The hens of Springhill talk to our reporter about their life in Cullybackey.
Reporter: So how long have you been living here ladies?
Attracta: Well Patsy and I have been here for yonks. Maybe three months now. Dympna came later and wee Bernie has been here a lifetime.
Reporter: And are you happy here at Springhill?
Dympna: Happy? Happy is not the word for it. Living with Nellybert here in Springhill is sheer, utter ecstasy. I was down with Clint for a while but to tell you the truth that crowd of fowl that he has there are a complete shower. They would have ate the arse of you as soon as look at you. And I mean ate the arse of you literally. I hadn't a tail feather to my name when I came here. But Attracta and the girls are lovely and made me very welcome. Plus the grub's better here.
Reporter: If you don't mind me saying you have a lovely set of tail feathers on you now.
Dympna: I have, haven't I? I'll admit I'm rather proud of my booty. Nelly calls me Dympna Fluffybum.
Reporter: Bernie you were here all along. What do you think of your new companions?
Bernie: Oh they're not bad. I'd been lonely for a long time ever since my sister Bianca died. Mind you they've short memories because when they first came I totally took them under my wing. They looked up to me. They had to because I was the only one able to roost in the rafters. But now they're more settled they forget that I'm the senior hen around here. But still what can you expect of hens brought up in a battery cage. No real refinement.
Reporter: So what is your typical day like?
Attracta: Nelly lets us out of the house in the morning.
Dympna: And feeds us. Yummy corn and stuff.
Patsy: Then we head off to the lawn.
Bernie: They call it a lawn. It's more like a rough field.
Dympna: But we like rough fields. We potter around the compost heap as well. We like our five portions of fruit & veg too y'know.
Attracta: Dympna or Patsy might lay an egg. I'm not laying at the moment. Bernie might lay one as well but she's very sleekit and you'd never find it.
Bernie: It's no business of yours whether I lay an egg or not!
Attracta: Well all I'm saying is it's not very loyal to Nellybert after all they do for us.
Bernie: Shut your beak!
Nelly's reward - a new laid egg
Reporter: Girls, girls! Calm down. Now Patsy you're very quiet. How have you found living with Nelly and Bert?
Patsy: I adore Nelly.
Dympna: She's Nelly's wee pet.
Reporter: Are you Patsy?
Patsy: I don't know. She is always picking me up and stroking me.
Attracta: That's because she can catch you easiest what with your gammy leg and all.
Patsy: Nelly was very kind to me at the start. When my leg was really bad just after I came out of the cages she'd hand feed me when youse ones wouldn't let me near the food.
Dympna: You soon learned to hold your own in that department you gorb!
Patsy: I need to keep my strength up.
Attracta: Then there's you sitting like a lady in the crook of Nelly's arm while she goes about the place lifting pots and stones to find you slugs to eat.
Patsy: Mmmmmm... slugs. So yummy.
Reporter: It sounds like you're all pretty spoiled here.
Patsy: Mmmm. Maybe. I heard Nellybert's friend Swisser saying that Nelly won't be happy until we're all roosting at the end of her bed. I'd like that.
Dympna: There's one thing I'd like.
Reporter: What's that?
Dympna: A Cock.
Attracta: Honestly Dympna!
Dympna: Pity to waste the best bit of booty in Cullybackey.
Reporter: Ahem! Well we'll finish here I think. Thank you ladies. I've enjoyed talking to you and I'm sure the readers will too.
Paddy supervises the chicken's breakfast