Corn-meal laden scent cascades over me as food rains down into the trough. I bend down to see it more closely. Suddenly, my eyes dart back and forth. A sea of chickens strut their way towards me. I jump onto my feet, tippy-toeing, trying to avoid contact as they surround me. I assess the maze, looking for an island. Aha, I found it! With slow long strides I inch myself away from the crowd. Phew! Then I groan, they’re still tailgating me! I flee the scene, peering over every second to make sure, but they’re stubborn. Darn, it pecked me!