There is a real possibility that when I go down stairs this morning there might be a pig in the kitchen. I don’t think there will be because it’s a huge pig and we have steps to get here but it’s not an impossibility.
More likely there is one or two of the raggedy old hens that the rooster has been pecking literally to death. There have been chickens on the mend in the kitchen before. More likely the living room, witches one of the only rooms you can keep the cats out of.
When I woke up at 4:30 this morning I heard a lot of talking. It sounds a little bit like ER doctor conversations. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
The voice was strange slightly perhaps because of emotion, and heard through a door that is primarily used to keep noises on the other side of it so it didn’t sound like anyone I knew which immediately made me think oh I hope it’s not actually an ambulance driver. I figured out rather quickly there was only one voice and the instructions must have been towards one of his animals. I only thought of the pig because it was in much distress yesterday but more realistically it is one of the chickens and I’ll see whether or not it kept breathing a little later this morning.
Interesting way to wake up either way.