As a footnote, the act of cutting the last sheaf of the harvest was called a "kirn", this same word doubling for a celebratory night of lively dancing (like a harvest home). Kirns, at least in the Border villages, were multi-generational affairs, for people of all ages helped get in the harvest. The Cheviot Ranters or Watty Frater And His Hawaiian Seranaders played country dance music, old ladies made trifle and pots of tea, young men snuck in half bottles of whisky. Another, less pleasant memory of harvesting was with the coming of the combine harvester, which cut in ever-decreasing circles towards the center of a field. In the last little square of corn would huddle all the rabbits, and these creatures, as their final cover was mowed down, would dash frantically across the stubble, pursued mercilessly by the youth of the village with sticks. That was known as a "killing".