As if being without power is enough, PJ, my blue silkie roo, decided to lead a band of renegade chickens off into a large area of overgrowth that we haven't managed to clean off yet (reason for the goats!). So I hear them back there clucking and being all cute and chickeny, and me being worried about their safety and all, I foolishly decided to go in and send them out. Now, it's not the smartest thing to follow chickens into a weed patch that has grown higher than you are tall...especially not in the outfit I was in...sweatshirt, jeans, and flipflops!! So I managed to stub my toe almost immediately, the chickens all scatter into two different directions. I followed PJ and his half of the band, nearly got them back around the goat pen to their designated area, when PJ doubles back and whips in behind me. I turn around and give chase. I am already sweating and starting to become frustrated with this uncooperating "pet" of mine. PJ spins around again, heads back to the goat pen, and once again I follow. STUPID STUPID WOMAN! PJ dead stops, turns to me, drops his wing, sideway dances towards me, I bend down to pick him up....AND HE PECKS MY BIG TOE!! I am shocked, I am hurt! This is my pet, my baby, the silkie chick I saved from certain death when he was 2 days old after he nearly drowned during a power outtage!! and he PECKED me!! I am beyond frustrated now, I am just down right furious! I snatch him up and promptly stick him back in the pen, slamming the door in his face. After fifteen more minutes of chasing I manage to get the other rogue chickens rounded up and back in the pen. Hot, sweaty, and fuming, I headed back to the house thinking how a nice hot cup of coffee would help calm me and then I realize, power's not back on. That was yesterday. Today, PJ was on his best behavior. I just know he is plotting for tomorrow!