It's a long story, my Grandpa named just about every animal he had Robo and he called me that when I was little because my name is Robert as is his and my uncle's, he was Bob, and my Uncle was Robbie, then my other uncle is Robert.
. So he called me Robo and that sort of caught on. Oh, and it is not Robo as in robot but Rawbo.
One part of our farm is called Lone Wolf, so I am the mama wolf to the pack. My DH is Wolfman, he had a 1/2 sleeve tattoo of 2 wolves in a forest, in the moonlight.
When I first got chickens two years ago, this seemed to be all I was saying for the first six months:
Stupid birds have scattered their entire feeder all over the brooder in a half hour. Stupid birds have pasty butt and I have to wipe the stupid birds' butts several times a day. Stupid birds figured how to jump out of the brooder. Stupid birds poop in their water. Stupid birds won't come out of their coop. Stupid birds won't go back into their coop. And so on. My family and I find the stupid birds hilarious.