Here's a story from when I was 7 years old that I hope will give you a grin. Many Sundays, we would go and visit my father's Aunt Carrie on her Tulpehocken Twp farm. At the time my brother was 3 years old and full of energy. Aunt Carrie had free range chickens, ducks and geese (and sometimes guinea fowl) that would often wander up into the yard and orchard. I learned early on that geese were ornery and it hurt when they would "flop" you with their wings and to avoid them. My brother however, loved to run and chase the birds. For weeks he took a liking to a certain rooster and would try to "catch" him to no avail. It was funny to watch. When my brother would stop and rest, the rooster stopped and waited for him and they would start all over. Then one day, the rooster decided enough was enough. My brother started chasing the rooster and the rooster circled around and started chasing him! My brother thought this was great fun - until the rooster caught him and pecked him in the hiney! It didn't hurt him, but he did end up with three little holes in his back jeans pocket. He was surprised and ran into the house crying. He didn't want to go back outsde because the rooster was on the porch, waiting for him. Finally my Dad shooed the rooster back down to the chicken house. The next week we arrived at Aunt Carrie's and had a nice pot of homemade chicken soup for lunch. Then my brother, who was so over the hiney peck episode of the week before, went out to find "his" rooster. He couldn't understand why the rooster was nowhere to be found and no one wanted to tell him that that rooster was main part of his chicken soup lunch. So they just told him that the rooster was probably off wandering somewhere. And my brother quickly diverted his attention to happily playing with the farm cats. We still to this day tease him about getting pecked in the hiney by the rooster! Karen from Berks