Thanks, Hollowfox. Reminds of a time we drove past a field in Connecticut where there were hundreds of white turkeys. They were all hunkered down, sunbathing, as much as one can in the low altitude, wan light of some New England days, so they looked as if they were meditating, but when we rolled our windows down, they could be heard muttering, with an occassional squawk/gobble, all manner of goings-on. There were a few "zen" holdouts, determined to continue their communion with the sun, but at least they all rose up in mass chaos, wings a'flapping and ran across the field, proclaiming something, not quite sure what, at the top of their lungs. It was quite a *riot*.