A favorite memory

This is one of my favorite memories of one of my late brothers-in-law. His son had some Bantam chickens that the boy was very fond of. There was a sow with new babies and we had been warned to stay out of the pen because a mother pig can be very protective of her kids. Well, about three of those little chickens were in the pen and T.E. was bawling like a banshee for fear that the sow would hurt his chickens. Mind you, this pen had a fence about four feet high. Big T. went in the pen, grabbed the little chickens into his arms, and the sow took after him. Big T. ran with those chickens in his arms, leapt that fence and never dropped a chicken. I was almost hysterical! Afterwards, he realized he could not have leapt that fence under ordinary circumstances, only under an adrenaline rush.