I spent much of yesterday afternoon on my hands and knees next to the fence dividing our property looking for the severed head of a Soviet soldier. My son was showing their daughter his Indiana Jones toys through the fence and when he pulled it back through the head popped off. Her father came home and asked what was up and I told him, "I'm just trying to find a soldier's head before the chickens do ." Didn't even think how strange that sounded. He just turned and walked into the house without saying a word. His daughter was on her knees cracking up about it. Still haven't found the head. I'll be back out this afternoon.