My leghorn chicken, whilst i am in the middle of cleaning, balancing two overfilled water bowls and tripping over two other birds: Oh! Mother want to see her Baby? Precious Baby?? Baby love Mother! How Baby long for sweet gentleness of Mother’s embrace. Oh how wish to stand at eye level with Mother, if only to reach you better. Come, let Baby sit upon shoulders. Your head. To be tall. I long to tall. I long to see world from Mother’s eyes, to be near you. Hear, Mother, I shall scream it into ear. Please, Mother, pity on BABY!
Also my leghorn chicken, literally any other time i so much as look at her: Crime! CRIME! CRIME against BABY >:O. The dishonesty! The betrayal!? This what this world hath come to? What am forced to live? To Endure? Kin against kin. From mine own Mother’s hand? Is too much ask soul to bare! But ask i shan’t, Mother, and so be it. Peace was NEVER an option.
I love how all leghorns are like this haha reminds me of my girls
