Ha ha great story and love how you describe it: "As the storm rolled in a domestic drama unfolded before our eyes. There was a hen in the yard. She was chasing a huge, shiny centipede. The hen ran the grease right off her little drumsticks. Perseverance paid off. She was holding the centipede in her beak when the rooster arrived on the scene. He'd been watching her run the bug down. The rooster snatched the centipede from her little yellow bill and in Mrs. Peel's indignant words, "He didn't even share it."