Rooster

So, the drama with Sir Whiny seemed to be leveling off. He'd stopped crowing while glaring directly at her, and was letting her come out of the corner. The snow's gone, so the chickens were put outside in their run again. The three of them ran around for a bit together and everything seemed fine.

A little later I come in to find Fluffles hanging out next to the kitchen. Dad had taken her in. Sir Whiny had indeed figured out Fluffles wasn't a rooster and decided he needed to have sex with her. Fluffles did not like this idea. Her head was bleeding heavily where she'd tried to force her way through the chicken wire, and she was missing feathers.

Today, Sir Whiny went to the farm.

NaRe, Day Twentyeight

( Six pages. Falling behind again. )