Kevin has a way with our birds.
He spends, by far, the most time with them.
And they seem to like his attention.
In fact, they seem to think he's one of them.
Even the rooster loves him.
And that's saying something,
because this rooster likes no one else.
The rooster dislikes me, in particular.
If I had to guess, I would think he wishes me harm.
Great harm.
Maybe he should read Cold Mountain
by Charles Frazier.
In that book there's a ornery rooster.
And he ends up in a pot.
I can play Renee Zellweger if I have to.
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