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So, Horus crowed yesterday evening. It wasn’t the standard dinosaur noise that my other roosters had at 1 month of age, it was a full-blown baby crow. The sound was a developed crow, it just wasn’t very loud. 7 roosters all crowing now. I often think to myself, when I’m sitting on the bench out in the aviary (which is the same bench I had to use to shower after the accident because I couldn’t stand), how is this my life? How did I get here? This isn’t my beautiful wife. The upside is that he definitely looks like he’s an Egyptian Fayoumi, and that’s pretty neat since this breed is supposed to be an old breed that is kinda rare here in the US.

The rest of the birds are doing okay. Everyone is going through their molt right now, and that’s varying degrees of severity. Mercury is molting pretty hard, Ava’Dara is just now coming out of a hard molt (she started first), Ronan is having molting issues due to his long tail and his need to scuffle with Lucien every other day, and it just looks like a couple of pillows blew up in each pen. The baby White Polish girls are getting bigger every day. Haven’t had any noticeable health issues since Adrastea died. I think they’re going to end up being a tough bunch to handle later on since they’ve been raised outside and not inside where they could be handled multiple times a day. So, when I “tag” each one with their colour so I know who’s who, it’s going to be a chicken rodeo.

On the downside of things, we found this tiny feral bun last night and he wasn’t doing too good. We tried to get him to recover, but we found him too late. He died earlier this morning. Obviously, if you’ve followed this blog since I started it, you know I’m a sucker for animals and animals in need. Because of that, I’m used to things not ending in a way that I would prefer. The only thing you can do is try.

One of my favourite Marvel Comics characters is the Inhuman teleporting bulldog, Lockjaw. I have always wanted to adopt a bulldog so I could name him after the character, and I was planning on doing just that after getting my house built. Best laid plans. Because of being forced to resign from my job, I was forced to stop planning a new house and to start figuring out how I was going to keep the bird rescue/sanctuary going and how to not run out of the medication I need to keep going in relatively less pain. My brother got me this Funko POP! toy instead.

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