I told the Old Hen many years ago NOT to bother me when I was reloading. She was pretty good, but she came in one time when I was in the middle of loading some limit pushing stuff. I went ballistic on her and she ran out in a huff. I calmed down, walked out to smooth her feathers, and then showed her a pic of a handgun that had been turned into a hand grenade. She understood. Ya gotta pay attention. I also got a smile outta her when I told her that after all these years, she still had a way of distracting me, just like she did in high school.