 I was like, oh, yeah, I need to get to him. I need to get to him. But then it was like, I don't feel like Dylan. I hate plucking chickens. I hate plucking chickens. I really hate it. I don't have a chicken plucker. And so I was like, I'll do it later. I'll do it later. But then my daughter kept feeding the chicken. There was a part of me that was kind of hoping the chicken would get out. It's not that secure of a little enclosure that he would just get out and run away and get eaten by a coyote or something. I didn't really care. All right. But then my daughter befriended this chicken.