Y'okay, why not?
It's not like it's gonna hurt anything.
I mean, it's not like I've cleaned anything yet.
Hell, it's only been about 3 minutes since my last post...
I head on out to see what the hell he's barking at now and it was actually something...
Donnie the duck beating the shit outta one of the roosters. Cogburn, to be precise. I don't know who started it, but Donnie was on top of Cogburn and Cogburn's comb is bleeding and the duck had blood all down the front of herself, so I concluded that Cogburn was losing and now he's sitting here, on my thigh, as I type. I used a tissue on his comb to get the blood off and it seems to have stopped actively bleeding, thank God.
And, he just hopped off my leg and is currently stalking around on the floor, being closely followed by one of the few cats around here who doesn't quite know what to make of him.
She keeps tentatively reaching out a paw to touch his butt and if she doesn't stop that, he's gonna....
Never mind.
He just did peck her and she swatted back at 'im rather half-heartedly and sat down. Now that that's settled, he's pecking around by the parrot cage, which always has various bird food on the floor around it.
Including popcorn.
Murphy loves his popcorn ("natural", no butter flavor).
But, I think he loves to fling it hither and yon more than he loves eatin' it. Cool.
Now, Cogburn is cleaning his feathers.
Now I know he feels better and is okay. And now, I'm gonna go clean the house.
And, Donnie's cage.
I think it's about time that dumb duck gets locked up.
Before I hafta settle this "who's in charge" shit and kick her ass myself.
Dumb damn duck...
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