"You're the best Martha! I have retired you a true champion. There's not a hen in Britain who has your beauty and poise. The other hens who compete are just mangy, flea ridden vermin who look like they're ready for the knackers yard!" He told Martha. He then turned to Gilbert, momentarily forgetting he was there, "Sorry Gilbert, no offense meant". Gilbert replied, "None taken Oliver'. Mr Finleyson then said, "I'm going to get out to feed the hens and Martha. Then she can run about for a few minutes. Stay here with her for a wee while." He got out of the Land Rover and went to the back and opened the tailgate. He noticed that all the rioting had taken place towards the middle and rear of the car park, so he was away from the mayhem that was still taking place around fifty yards from where his 4x4 was parked. He tiptoed back and forth with the two hen cages and set them down near where the turnstile once was. He fed and watered them and cleaned out the trays. This environment was not good for these eight hens. They would have to come out of the two cages. He went back to the Land Rover and spread an old blanket he carried with him in the very back of his long wheelbase 4x4. He took the cages back one by one and opened them, reaching inside and one by one he lifted the hens out and set them down to run around the back of the vehicle on the blanket. They could walk around and then settle down and sleep. He set the two cages on the roof rack of the Land Rover. He then went round the front and turned his attention to Martha. He lifted her off her cushion and carried her to a grassy area and put her down. He fed and watered her, then let her walk around stretching her little stick legs and pecking the ground as she walked. After ten minutes, he picked her up and carried her back to the 4x4, where he put her back on her cushion. He then dashed off to find some bushes in which to relieve himself. When he got back he told Gilbert where to go and also relieve himself. Gilbert got out and made a dash for the bushes. Mr Finleyson then remembered he had sandwiches and biscuits he had bought at the last petrol station he had stopped at. They would be going soggy, but Gilbert and himself were starving. He could eat a scabby horse if was offered to him! He also had a few cartons of Ribena to wash down the soggy sandwiches and stale biscuits. When Gilbert returned to the Land Rover, he relayed this information about the food to to him. Gilbert began to jump for joy at the prospect of eating something. At that point he did not care what condition it was in! He got back into the Land Rover. Mr Finleyson got into the drivers seat and reached under the seat and pulled out his piece bag. He opened it up and shared the food and the cartons of Ribena with Gilbert,they were both ravenous and scoffed the food and drink down in record time!