Yesterday my husband went to the farm before me, slipped on the ice and heard a big pop from his leg. He crawled 25' to the phone we installed in the garage and called me, then called 911. When I got to the ER I ran in and saw a few nurses and doctors standing around a bed, which turned out to be Craig's. How could I miss him; he had his bright blue BYC T on! I got there gave him a hug and realized everyone wasn't talking about his horribly broken leg, they were all admiring and laughing about his T-shirt and "talking chickens." My husband loves the chickens! He'll be wearing his shirt again on Thursday when they screw his leg back together - washed of course! Thanks to all shirt designers!