Meet the Hutterites is my new favorite show on NatGeo. It has a scripted feel but that's ok with me because the stars of the show don't seem to be the best at following directions. Reminds me of my one and only visit to a Hutterite colony. Dad and I went to the colony to pick up a couple bushels of cucumbers so he and mom could make pickles. I was watching a few of the Under Hoots running branches through a wood chipper while dad was dickering with the Boss Hoot over the per bushel price of cucumbers. There was a Little Hoot feeding chickens nearby until a bandy rooster attacked him. We had a bandy rooster when I was but a sprig and it was meaner that a swarm of hornets. Their bandy rooster was cut from the same cloth. It pecked and scratched and spurred the Little Hoot relentlessly. This turned out to be a terrible decision on the part of that bandy rooster. The Little Hoot, after a bit of a tussle, grabbed the rooster by the wings and fired it into the wood chipper. There was no wind or clouds that day. Feathers filled the air. They contrasted the mid-day blue of the sky nicely and fluttered gently to the ground for the better part of a minute. Nobody, not me, not the Little Hoot, not the Under Hoots, not dad or the Boss Hoot, said a thing. We just stared at the feather show until there were no more feathers in the air. Then the Boss Hoot pointed and shouted at one of the Under Hoots, motioned for him to come over and told him to finish the cucumber deal with my dad before lifting the Little Hoot by his ears and hauling him into the nearest barn for what we all assumed was going to be some form of punishment that would later become part of Hutterite lore. Dad paid a little more than he wanted to for the cucumbers that day and I haven't set foot on Hutterite soil since. I still chuckle every time I see a jar of homemade pickles.