Well, that is a bit of an exaggeration, but Gavin seems to think that's what happened...
I gave Gavin a bowl of cut up strawberries for snack and he took them outside. I was finishing up something inside when I heard him crying outside. Gavin had been cornered by the chickens near the shed outside. I went over and took his hand, leading him out towards the trampoline, which is where he said he wanted to go. I stayed near the shed and watched Gavin go. One of the chickens was still following him and so he ran with the bowl and started screaming! I was laughing and told him it was okay, and then led him all the way to the trampoline.
Today I gave him another bowl of strawberries again. This time he took my hand and wanted me to take him to the trampoline so the chickens wouldn't get him. I think he's been traumatized when it comes to the chickens and them trying to get his food. I do remember, however, being scared of the chickens that we had as kids as well, so I can't say I blame him. Size does matter when it comes to something like this.
Here is Gavin from today with his strawberries, making a great fashion statement. He asked to wear both these things, and no, he wasn't wearing his pajamas all day: he asked to put them on after nap. I'm guessing that they are comfy or that he thinks the dinosaurs are cool or both.