my dad would walk in and catch me and say "Janice! You know you can't overhandle the chicks! The chicks will die if you overhandle them! Have you been overhandling the chicks again Janice!" and I would mumble "no sir" and be sitting there with a newborn chick in my lap wearing a barbie chiffon evening stole and a wedding veil. Janice
-- even good horses have bad days sometimes.
