So, I brought a romance novel with me to read. In it, someone explains that foolish people are hen-witted because hens are so foolish that they will look up when it is raining, get water in their beak, and drown. Whole flocks can die that way.
I don't know if this is true or an old wives tale, but either way, I had sympathy for those hens today when I tried to rinse my hair under a facet that was too low for me and, in the act of leaning backwards to get the top of my head, ended up with the shower angled directly down my nostrils.
It was a thoroughly uncomfortable experience made worse, I am sure, by the fact that I immediately thought of the novel I had just read and burst into laughter.