Back home late after the trip to Glasgow, I went out to shut up the geese and chooks for the night. Geese went in no problem and I found all the chooks safely shut up inside the coop. Then I saw a white bird on the ground under a hedge and went after it to get it inside the coop. It went off like a rocket around the moonlit garden and it took several attempts at cornering it before I finally got my hands on it. When I did, I realised it wasn’t one of my own flock, but a silkie from next door. It didn’t appreciate having been rescued and screamed all the time I held it. I hoisted it over the fence into the next-door chook-pens and left it to its own devices. It wouldn’t have stood a chance if it had been left out on the ground and a fox/wildcat/marten/mink had been on the prowl.