A clutch in a hutch

One night we went outside to make sure the animals were all fine. The ducks and chickens were OK. I went to check on the baby rabbits and I saw their mother in the outside run, nibbling on some cabbage. I shone my torch in the hutch where the babies were sleeping. There, sitting on top of them like a big, proud, fluffy hen was our rooster, Mr Ancona. He had his wings spread carefully over the rabbits, keeping them warm. The funny thing about it is that he is a rooster and, even if he thought he was a hen, they were still rabbits!