I forget his name, but I don’t remember anything from my past I wanted to kill more. I dream about the ways.
Roosters are kind of useless most of the time. This one is all up in your space, and if I’m not careful, he’ll make my ankles bleed. I want to kick him like a football and never see him again… But I can’t.
To be fair., I’ve never really kicked a ball with much success.
This is pretty neat. I was offered a free trial of this Artificial Intelligence copywriting tool, and in the moment I couldn't think of any real practical use - so I entered two options. I hate my Rooster and Everybody hates Roosters. This is what it produced: Why I...
The chickens don't want to get wet so when it starts to rain instead of going back to the coop they come up to the house and hang out on the porch under a roof. Likewise, I'm not a big fan of getting wet, so today I made up rain rules which indicate it's okay to feed...
I know they don't. Probably. It was a brief fantasy about finding a reason to get rid of the rooster and win the war once and forever. Another attack from the front line happened this morning. I also witnessed the rooster being a bit of a bastard. Not doing his...
I was almost at the steps to the house when I turned my back and the rooster. It's usually a safe spot especially since the food is a long way away. I think you may be mad because I didn't bring out a fifth portion for him which for a while I was doing, It's so...
I placed the majority portion of food in the elevated area near the door. Because, it had rained earlier, I had to reach to grab the main dish, flip it over and let the water out as everyone came running, eager for their dinner portions. I set my defence stick...