19th April. A Type of Wild Goose Chase.

Spent half an hour chasing a cockerel around in the dark getting more agitated with each failed attempt at an ambush. The reason for the chase began after climbing up a step ladder for a stealth grabbing when it was in its habitual roost. Despite the complete surprise of the attack it managed to beat its wings so furiously that it slipped from my grasp. Once on the ground, which would be familiar to it, there seemed to be enough light for it to get going.

In the end i was just running around the garden in my long johns brandishing a length of 2 by 2 in one hand and a towel in the other like some wierd type of gladiatoral combatant. I didn't want it to 'win' but in the end the bird stayed quiet and wherever it was it stayed put, I had to retire.