This thread made me laugh, thanks. When I was a teen my granny had two slikies. Well she had more but brownie and george were her favorites. out of her mixed flock of chickens those two tiny birds were the only 2 allowed on the porch. She would sit in her swing and knit while they would strut on the porch rail. Any other chicken try to get on the porch she would chase them off with her fly swatter. Both of em were something else, granny would call them and they would come running. They knew their names. A possum got george one night and she wasn't happy till we killed every possum every night for 2 months.