I’ve mentioned before how one or two of the black chooks like to roost in the oak tree above the coop rather than in the company of their fellows inside the coop. Charlie, the new cockrel, takes this rather amiss and seeks to enforce discipline within the flock in his own way. He’s usually first out of the pop-hole in the morning, so if there’s an errant tree-roosting chook out and about before him, he gets head-down and chases them back to the others. He does this with both wings and head down and looks terribly stern. Mind you, it doesn’t stop the chooks from repeating the offence.