No walking around bare feet at Reds place.
Back in the farming days the boss would put out one of those speaker things that sounds like a hawk screeching to try and keep the black birds and starlings out of the corn fields. Bottom of the thing was a metal box that housed a 12v battery. The owners son had a huge doberman that would run through the rows and bark at the birds, must have been chasing a rabbit one day and caught the corner of the metal right above it's eye. Dog had to get like 20 stitches. Cab of the farm truck looked like a murder scene.