I was visiting a chicken run beside the river in Tarascon, where I often go and am recognized by the five cockerel brothers who live there with hens, ducks and rabbits. I usually use a wide-angle lens to give a view of all the many doings in the chicken run, but was using a close-work lens to catch this cockerel crowing. I was encouraging him to do so by crowing myself behind the lens, which only worried him. While we were engaged in this non-crowing game he saw a worm, a gift from the Chicken God, lying at his feet. Delighted, he picked it up in his beak, but while it briefly dangled there a criminally-insane duck came up and stole it from his very beak, devouring the unfortunate worm in half the time it takes to quack. The cockerel was as mortified as if he had just come cooked out of an oven!!!!! He let out a clenched-beak bukkingokking mutter like an old Scotsman swearing after finding a hole in his pocket when his last sixpence cant be found. Nothing to crow about today!!!!