Denise: J and I weren’t the only ones enjoying the sunshine, this afternoon. Cats just love their humans to come out into the garden, and we were a captive audience for their showing off. Look – I can run! I can climb trees! I can hide behind this tuft of grass – bet you can’t see me! But you’re not even looking! The Buff Orpington hens came over to look at what we were doing: at first just a cockerel. He found some worms in spilt compost: Brrrp! Brrp! (Difficult to imitate, but how on earth do you write it – the noise they make when alerting others to food.) Along come the girls in hurry, legs a-kimbo and underskirts flying. Cockerel picks up worm and drops, picks up and drops. Tilly comes over to investigate, but Cockerel chases her off. His hens are scratching for insects, ignoring him. Cockerel picks up worm, carries it over to them, drops it. Ah, so that’s what you meant! The cockerels don’t seem to eat much at all – it’s all for the girls. After you … Such gentlemen! Lovely to watch: even the cats are enthralled. But the light is fading already – back to the forking and barrowing!