I have two brothers. My grandpa had a small farm / property and a big chicken coop. After kindergarden I'd go in with my grandma and collect eggs. She'd carry a sawed off broom because the little banty rooster would defend that henhouse like a demon. Grandma would smack that rooster across the henhouse. He learned that when he saw us coming, he'd run in, and get above the door and dive down on us. Pound for pound the toughest and the meanest animal I've ever known. But that's not what I came to talk about... One year Grandpa set up some pens and got three turkeys, three geese, three rabbits. He said there was one for each my brothers and I. Funny thing was every holiday one turkey, goose or rabbit mysteriously got out and disappeared. I don't know if we ever made the connection between the escape and what was served on the table that afternoon.