Someone who once lived in the home counties, and used to fox-hunt told me that the noise you hear is the female screaming in agony during mating, as the male bits and bobs are barbed. (Nature's way of making sure she doesn't run away in case she doesn't fancy him I suppose). I'm sure I saw something vaguely similar in Ann Summers once. (Hey, that's not a shop you'll see opening in Northcross Road anytime soon eh? You can just hear the shrieks of disapproval...) Anyway, apart from their shit which reallystinks, and for some reason attracts my dog to roll around luxuriating in it, I think they're lovely. We gotta live side by side. Man...