Readers wondering where all the chook-related content has gone recently, in the midst of this outburst of enthusiasm for Scottish and folk music, need panic no more. All is well with the chooks, in particular the new boy, who hasn’t yet been formally named. He is a very sharp lad, and the first to race to the garage when I open it to get the grain out. He is becoming a little bolder, this morning he stole an apple core from under the beak of Columbine, although she did get it back from him about five seconds later. It’s good to see him settling in, although I think it will be a few weeks yet before he’s truly one of the flock.