"Oh, yeah, I could see that being relaxing." Yancey agrees lightly. He tilts his chin up, eyes scanning the trees momentarily, still whipping that stick around mindlessly. "Well, y'know, the birds here in Utah are pretty different from the ones you'd find in Scotland. Or, at least, it sounded that way while I was over there." He offers a smile. "Seems like starting over was a good idea?"