Emilio bows down when I approach. I’m the crazy lady with the hose. The poor gutter guy didn’t fare as well. And though Steve likes engaging in male dominance rituals with our new rooster (who started life as “Emily Elizabeth … perhaps the origin of his agressive nature … remember “A Boy Named Sue?), it was imperative that we build a new chicken yard to save visitors from his protective wrath. I meant to post this weeks ago but I waited, intending to take more photos of Emilio in hopes of doing justice to his handsome self. The photo below captures something else instead … if he looks a little bedraggled, it’s from being drenched in water by me. He really, really hates that!