sooo....we caged off the cabbage patch (it's winter here). All was going well. Then the red hens broke in, busted up the place pretty good, scratched the heck out of everything. Scorched earth policy, I s'pose. Then we got serious, put in a SECOND defence of chicken wire. I get home to find another 10 cabbages consumed. I throw down my bags and shout 'BAD CHICKENS! NAUGHTY CHICKENS!'. My old red hen, Meg, looks at me, a bit of cabbage on her beak - 'who me? Ya got more greens? Hmmm?'