Huh. I am thinking hard, here, but I think I speak with too much affection with my flock members. Oh, I might have called the Silver Sebright pair of roosters "Little Poops" ( using an entirely different word after " little") and sometimes I call Frick and Frack, the banty Cochin Roos, "Little bastids" ( exactly pronounced as spelled") but other than that.... Not really. Even when Daughter2 was on the other side of the fence for three rainy days and she wouldn't let me catch her - when she so obviously wanted to come home, pacing the fence -
I didn't talk smack to her.
Perhaps I suffer from selective memory issues. I do shake my finger at some, I have been known to "peck" with a forefinger at a pushy pullet or roo on occasion, and I do carry around this or that obnoxious-for-the-moment cockerel. I've pushed Louie the drake to the ground and held him there until he gave up being a poop, a couple of times. But that's about it. The rest of the time I talk nice to 'em all.
I am more verbally "abusive" to my two dogs, because THEY know better when they act up.
... I was having to round them up several times a day for 3 days straight . Good thing for growth spurts they can't fit any more but it showed us we had a security issue that we got fixed ... by day 4 I would've been cussing my face off . It was cute though watching their little butts wiggle under , feet dangling .
