Who's that knocking at my window...

[muninnhuginn]

... as the song goes?

Who's that clucking at my door?

It's a good thing we have the screen up at the dining room window (to keep the cats in). Else we'd have the strictly outside hens in too.

Cats are fascinated. Jack is unconcerned. However, neither side says a word during the whole eye-balling process.