Pops bought a five-pound bag of bird seed for the backyard feeders. He filled up a couple and then left the bag on the deck. He went inside to watch golf or something leaving me laying out in the sun. I'll be damned if he's going to feed some birds while I'm lying here with an empty gizzard. I took a snout full of the stuff and started chewing; didn't taste like much but those birds were going crazy over at the feeders, so I figured there's gotta be something to it. I kept at it; more swallowing than chewing the stuff. Well, before you know it, I'd finished the whole bag, about three pounds worth. You should've seen the look on his face when he came back out and found the empty bag, and believe me, I tore that bag apart getting to the last bit. That's my style. Of course, in the end things didn't go well that night. Most of it came out looking like the same as it went in as and I had to be let out every half-hour till about 4am. But hey, no pain no gain. And unlike Pops, I got to sleep in the next day. (hee-Hee)