Forgot to mention: when I went up to the upper gate to meet the new bull, I was surprised to see that my cousin's flock had increased by a whole bunch: what looks like a couple of dozen Golden Comets and BSLs, is my distant appraisal. All I can figure is that someone finally set his wife down and explained the Open Spaces rules to her, or something: she's terrified of cattle and has mentioned more than once that we should get rid of them. Anyway: a yard full of boring, boring chickens, all of a sudden.