The Chicken Supremo was called urgently to Mudmer this afternoon (Monday) by garden suburbs in a real old paddy, fearing that Fluff the chicken would be a short term resident of the Blissford home for unwanted livestock. Poppy had been unable to resist Fluff’s feathered charms for a moment longer and was apparently attempting to eat him alive. The Chicken Supremo appropriately ‘gave it some blue’ and roared up to BGS to find no greater drama than a few missing tail feathers (well, quite a lot) and a rather cold chicken. Poppy was given a brief lecture about the desirability of leaving unwanted livestock well alone, or joining their ranks. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in admiring the splendid tooth. Chocwatch: 0 Cake and biscuit substitution: High Alcowatch (suggested by Col C.B.): dismissed as unworkable.