My stupid jerk of a big brother is so mean to me! Every time I go running outside to see why the chickens are squawking, Chris, being the jerk he is, says mean things about me. Today, I ran on a wet floor and was slipping around while I ran, so I assume I did look stupid, running like mad on a slippery floor, but he didn't have to call me a name for doing that. But he did. He stuck his big, fat head out the door and said, "Hey, I just wanna let you know, you run like a retard!" and went back in the house, laughing like that was the funniest thing he's ever heard. I can't help being worried about my chickens. We've lost so many to dogs now, that our flock of 30 has been reduced to 10, and most of that is roosters. He just does not understand how much I love them, and it is just not fair!