One of our barn cats, JJ.
So the other day Don and I were in the barn shooting tankards (meaning, spraying a coat of varnish on the outside of the tankards using a spray gun). All of a sudden JJ comes barreling into the barn and crashes into my legs, with a hen in hot pursuit. (Here's the culprit.)
JJ bounced away from me and crouched behind the poor protection of a ladder...
...where he regarded the chickens with deep suspicion.
Meanwhile, knowing poor JJ couldn't go anywhere, our quartet of half-grown chicks settled in the doorway, where they refused to budge.
Ah, the little dramas of farm life.