My hubby and I recently bought a dozen cute little chicks. They were so small! I could hold any of the little fuzzballs in the palm of my hand. Fast forward about two months, and we have eleven BIG chickens and one even BIGGER rooster! The rooster, who I named Brewster, (I know... it's not very original!), has finally learned all the syllables of "Cock-a-Doodle-Doo", and he practices this phrase over and over. And over. Especially when he hears my voice. My mother grew up on a chicken farm and she swears that chickens raised from babyhood will forever think of their caretaker as "Mommy"! So, I'm Mommy to the foul fowls. Chickens poop alot!!!