
02/27/2025
Warning: Entering the barn during feeding time is like stepping into a feathered mafia meeting. π They're not asking, they're demanding. And let me tell you, if you trip with a bag of corn? You're not falling, you're being, disappeared. π Seriously, look at that mob! They're giving me the "open the bag and walk away slowly" stare. Like, "We'll handle the rest, human." This is just a fraction of the flock, mind you. And yes, even the turkeys are throwing their weight around. π¦ They're basically the enforcers. We love 'em, but I'm pretty sure they're plotting world domination, one corn kernel at a time. Anyone else live with tiny, feathered overlords?