I got home to hear constant, never ending shrieking/squawking from 50 feet from the house. Come inside and she’s got my cans on, humming along to her music while holding a bedraggled, screaming rooster. He’s got a whole mane of pin feathers she’s brushing out
Just grateful she’d doing it on the hardwood this time, last time she got all that keratin on the carpet (dumb)