Artemis on his favourite perch, a dried out stump, from where he can keep a watchful eye on all the girls. Nothing escapes his attention, especially if Peeps gets to close to any of the ladies. His wrath is unparalleled, flying down in fury, at which stage Peeps makes sure he is not nearby, taking refuge behind some shrubs. But young Peeps is growing up fast and I’m dreading the day when he will no longer flee and turn to face Artemis head on. That’s inevitable, as two roosters with only five girls is looking for trouble.
