Hi Sheila, I've been doing vacation bible school all week after work with the 3 year old grandaughter and have been off line. I turn on the 'puter and find you with your tiny flogging menacing bad a-- roos! Haha. I still tell people how you picked up your bad boy and pinched his beak shut when he belted out a cock-a-doodle-doo and told him "Shut up, I'm talking" Too funny!! Make that er-er-aagh!! They are sooooo cute, it is hard to maintain any sort of idea that they could actually hurt you, sorta like a Chichuahua attacking a burgular. Sorry, I have no experience with flogging roos. When I had chickens 30+ years ago, my roos were pretty docile. That little porcelain pycheon you had was real determined to prove to you that he was BIG and REAL BAD!! Oh, I know!!! Play him Michael Jackson's song "I'm BAD"

I hope my smilies come out this time, usually they get lost in transmission. Oh well the thought is what counts-right?
Update on Lola and Stella-they enjoy treats, water in their favorite dusting bath place, they always run over to drink the DIRTY water. What? They have plenty of CLEAN water, but they act like I have deprived them of water for days. But they enjoy a cool place to wallow in. My granddaughter fell in love with them, loved to gather the eggs but still won't EAT one. She has special polka dotted rubber "chicken boots" for going in the coop and loved holding a piece of bread for them to peck.
Gee, if you put a Michael Jackson CD on to play for your chickens, do ya' think you might see a tiny roo grab his crotch and moon-walk backwards, crowing at the top of his tiny lungs??