I wonder if they know their fate; that the lord of
the land just waits for them to gain some weight before they pluck and cook
them? Do they not know that they will be hunted at some point? If they see
their mate go under the knife, will they attempt to defend them or attempt to
hide or escape before they go the same way? What’s this one doing? At the
moment, it’s unsure. It’s keeping its eye on the situation while planning an
escape route at the same time. If it was me, I’d go into battle to get revenge,
though I’d want to strike when no-one’s looking. I’d just keep jumping up to
peck them without quitting and I wouldn’t give them the chance to arm
themselves. If I needed a break, I’d put my feathers up. I’d never trust
another human again. I’d rather steal from their food supply than use any bowls
left out for me.
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