I have Jaffar in with me now. big birds are out in the barn/coop. littles are in the spare room.. I'm giving Jaffar some (daddy and me time) did I mention, I love this roo?:love
I used to get flogged every day, sometimes mutiple times. I only need to wear one pair of trousers now.:hmm:D
I've only been hurt once and that was from a telling off peck by Major many years ago.
When I was a teenager working on my uncles farm I used to have a wicker shield to block the floggings from the roosters when I collected their hens eggs.
It took many months before I could dodge my way around most of the roosters.
Only one went for me every day until I left. He went for everyone and got most of them.:lol:
 
We all do sometimes.
He’s here on my chest right now, watching YouTube with me.( he loves ww2 documentary films) 1CE1C59D-6270-4316-A426-AC1E7B3269EF.jpeg
 
I don't know why everyone is laughing at this post. Did I say something I shouldn't?
I was being serious. Sometimes I wake up and just really feel grateful for everything good in my life. Sorry, maybe too maudlin to share. It was something about the beauty of the sun on the snow that set me off.
Also, it is an inherited weakness. My Dad when he was in his 90s used to weep sometimes out of the blue, and when asked why, he would say "because everything is so lovely", or "I read some beautiful poetry".
Mind you, he also wept whenever he watched the news on TV and saw cruelty and war and so on.
I guess he just cried easily.
I will show myself out and come back when I am feeling more normal.
:oops:
I love your attitude and I feel the same but in my case, it's a deliberate choice because I'm unlearning disatisfaction.
 

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