It shat on my hat.
I was in my room the other day making videos as I am want to do and I realized I couldn’t find my orange hat. In Canada we call them toques and I’m not sure I know how to spell it. In the states like thank you call them beanies but essentially they’re just winter… Read More »

It shat on my hat.

I was in my room the other day making videos as I am want to do and I realized I couldn’t find my orange hat. In Canada we call them toques and I’m not sure I know how to spell it. In the states like thank you call them beanies but essentially they’re just winter hats without the pom pom. The orange one I tend to use when I’m filming for the orange shirt blogs or other topics.

It was unusual that I couldn’t find it because I don’t take it off very often and I don’t really leave the bedroom much. I couldn’t figure out where it might be.

Later that day, when I went out to feed the hens I saw it on the ground where I had fallen. That made sense instantly as the fall was reasonably severe although painless. Having my hat fall off made sense and it fell off behind me so I didn’t notice it as I walked back to the house feeling like one does after they have a fall. Slightly disoriented. My main focus was on the rooster and not being attacked so I didn’t notice that I had lost my hat.

As I approached it to pick it up and put it back on my head I noticed it was quite dirty so I wouldn’t wear it directly however the key to this story is that the rooster shit all over my hat. It was a big one so I’m pretty sure it was the rooster and not one of the hens. It also made sense that it was on purpose and it was a deliberate show of triumph for that cocky cock.

We don’t fight much anymore although he’d love me to fall again and peck my eyes out I suspect. For the most part I have figured out which roots to walk to feed the hens in more than one location and not have to walk past the rooster. It’s also learned that eating is more important than a silly vendetta that he can’t really win against a 6 ft tall human.

Next best thing: shit on his clothes. I can’t fault him for that. It was a pretty good subtle attack. I didn’t have to be there for it and yet it was clear. Shitting on things is always a clear sign of unhappiness. The cats tend to piss on things but they’ll also shit on things if their box is full or you’ve pissed them off enough. I think dogs and cats will shit in your shoes if you’ve been away too long.

So I’m going to award the rooster points this time. It made me laugh.

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