Judas priest.
Obviously, chickens are absurd. But this rooster? He's quickly gone to plaid.
So, when weather is bad, he comes on the porch in a big-ass crate.
It used to be he would kick up a fuss, get all whiny and sometimes even peck.
But this spoiled rotten bird now ruuuns to the porch as soon as the door is open, stands right in front of the crate growling and whining. Since my crippled ass can't pick him up there, I have to remind him to move to the ramp where I can get him.
Normally, this leads to him tuk-tuking, buck-bucking, and throwing in the occasional whine while his feet try to speed him across the distance to the crate (and the treats inside). It's endearing.
Well, tonight was wet. And so was he. He was droopy and drippy and ridiculous.
But this is the first time in months that he's actually gotten wet. So he'd forgotten the power of the TOWEL!
I scoop him up, expecting his usual fuss at being swaddled. See, the terry cloth holds onto feathers weird, so it's kinda like a gentle noogie as best as I can tell.
But tonight, he gave a single whine, then realized he was less wet, more warm, and being snuggled up against a human with a furnace for a body. He immediately melts while I dry him, pet him, and croon gentle words about how silly he is.
When I put him in the crate finally, he almost falls over because he's just that relaxed. But he saw his dish of treats, started tuk-tuking and picking things up and putting them down.
Anyway. Chickens.












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