And we were having a good time. The gals and two guys were relaxed and preening themselves to perfection. Then, out of the blue, I have a spontaneous eruptions of methane (farted). Askew gasps for air. Little Joe nearly faints. Big Sister pushes everyone out of the way as she heads for the nearest exit. These two are horrified. Everyone heads for the door, which to their horror, is closed for the night. This is proof that my chickens have a sense of smell!