p.s.

My rooster (Joon-since no one has ventured the correct guess, get it? Benny and Joon) has been attacking my mother now for the last few weeks. He's never said boo to me since he moved in over here. But when I got home on Friday, that evening as I was milling about the yard feeding and watering them all, he attacked me. Stinker. I yelled, hooted, and hollered and stomped my feet at that bugger. He came after me again as soon as I turned my back. A swift kick, and a warning that he wouldn't make it through the night if he did it again, and he stopped. I haven't let him out of the chicken yard since. LOL Somehow, I doubt that his little pea brain can take it all in though.....