I don’t have the highest regard for men these days, they are drawn to violence, are perpetually arguing and blustering and telling women how to live their lives. Strut, however – he does a great deal of posturing and huffing – can be useful. He keeps the hens away from the road, circles them protectively and each evening, climbs on the rung to the roost and starts crowing, the call to end their long and industrious day. Strut hops up, clucks a bit and is the first in. The hens follow. We close the door and keep them safe. Strut is a bit of a preener, a tad pompous I think, but on the whole a useful kind of man.