My little angel, Leo, showed his true colors. He went after a chicken. I saw it all. The hen was pecking in the grass. Leo snuck up behind her. He went for the tail feathers. I screamed, "Leave it!" just as Leo reached out to clean the poop off her butt. I actually thought he was going to bite her, but he was reaching for a dried poopie hanging from her tail feathers. The hen didn't even care. She probably appreciated the service. I still told Leo that he couldn't touch the chicken. He can only watch or ignore them. No touching.