I’m hungover, to say the least. I shouldn’t have drank last night, especially being sick, but fuck it. I didn’t hear my roosters crow this morning and when I went to go check on them, my hen was in her laying box. The roosters were eating, but being quiet and then when I knelt down to pet them, Pete bit me and drew blood. Then this evening, I went to give them fresh water and he attacked my leg then bit my hand again. I know I’m going to have to cull or give him away, but I really don’t want to. I almost choked him a minute ago when he bit me, but I didn’t. Those are my babies and I hate to give him up. I can’t have him being so aggressive though. I just feel like if anything ever got in, Jimmy wouldn’t be able to defend Chickira because he’s too docile.
Last night was weird. My girl and I were arguing and when we got home, I came inside and she sat outside for a while. Then she came in and talked to her family about it for an hour or so and I went to bed. She woke me up with food and didn’t say anything else about what happened. It was weird. Then today she acted like it never happened. I don’t think there was anything else to say, but still. Not complaining, I had a good day with her.
Anyway, I told my job I’d come in early tomorrow since I didn’t go in on Friday. I have to wake up by 5am, which sucks, but that means my day will go by fast…hopefully.