So there I was, lying face down in the dirt,
doing my best to capture the essence of my chickens.
The feral beast took exception to my activities.
First he came over and sat next to me.
That wasn't disruptive enough, so he crawled up on my back
and began to whisper in my ear.
JCC: I'm much better looking than they are. Take a picture of me.
JCC: I'll curl up here until it's my turn.