You sat in the middle of the goat pen - which temporarily contained your new chickens - while John built the chicken coop. — You spotted a chicken trying to get out through a hole, “John it’s going to get out!” You called to him.

“I have it” He called back, just before tripping over a goat, taking his legs from beneath him, causing him to fall into the water trough.

The hens clucked and flailed, almost mimicking laughter, “I hate these damned things!” John groaned, dripping wet.