#it’s the flapping in proximity to my face that smarts

Wiglet has learned a new trick at almost four years old. She sneaks up behind me when I am writing in the yard, and LAUNCHES herself at the top of my head, eventually flappingly settling for my shoulder, WITHOUT ANY WARNING.

I have learned a new trick, which is not screaming in terror when she does it. Mostly.

She is the worst and the best of chickendom. I adore her dumb head.