Pictured above: Snoody. Or his full proper name (which I'm sure he absolutely loves and probably because it makes him feel so much more important than Jim Bob. And when you're dealing with Jim Bob, our resident alpha bird, that matters.) Count Von Snoody.
That's right, because all of our animals are named.
Except the guineas. Yeah, they're a little too fast and a little too doppelgangerish for me to give them names.
And the quail. For the same reasons.
By the way, Jim Bob, meanwhile, was standing at the bottom of the steps staring up at Snoody. I sort of think Snoody was having an "I'm the King of the World. . . . and you're not!" moment with him.