Tight Squeeze

I am matched in my fascination with the local livestock by Roscoe, who is simply beside himself every time a chicken or cow appears in the parking lot behind our building. He runs back and forth along the back porch, trying to decide where the best view is, before doing this:

We're waiting for the day that we come home and find him lying on the ground, desperate look in his eye, unable to get his head out from between the columns.