I think Fern's very favorite day was the day I left the studio to go outside for just a few minutes and he saw my computer open on the table. I'm sure he had a blast climbing up the cord then picking away at the keys, flinging them about. He worked as fast as he could because he knew that when I returned the fun would be over. He got almost half of them off before he got busted.
I don't think the guy at the computer repair counter at BYU really believed that a bird took my computer apart. ...sigh