I made beef kabobs tonight on the grill. The birds were out, and whenever they see me, they come a running. I guess they think I'm gonna give them something interesting to eat. Which is weird, because I don't always have food. But I digress. Coco, one of my black hens, must have liked what she smelled, because I turned my back to do something and she flew up onto the shelf on the side of the grill! Fortunately, I'd already taken the skewers off the plate that was resting there, but nevertheless, the language that flew out of my mouth at my fowl was pretty foul. easy child would not have been too happy with me if we'd had chicken for dinner!