...you have left the chook bucket on the kitchen bench too long in the heat and it starts to smell. Upon investigation you notice it is full of writhing maggots. You race out to the chook pen with great delight and while holding your nose tip out the contents laughing and smiling that you have provided you feathered friends with such a treat. ...you become excited by rain-damaged hay, especially those bales which are too hot to place your hand into. ...the death of a chook, while sad, provides an excellent contribution to your compost bin.