okay, maybe this will sound totally ridiculous. but here it goes...
my mum has three roosters. i used to have one named luke hemmings, but he died. killed by a fucking cat so now i fucking despise those creatures. but that's not the point.
one of them is named 'calum-hood-the-chicken'. yes, i know he's a rooster. but when he was a little chick, i had no way of knowing that. and the name kinda stuck and calum-hood-the-rooster doesn't sound as great.
anyway, cal hates me.
i swear this is true.
like, i cannot even step outside without an umbrella to ward him off cause he stretches out his fucking wing and makes this angry noise. and my mum, who grew up on a ranch says that when they do that it means they wanna fight you.
crazy, i know.
but i tell my mum cal is my sworn enemy. cause the hate is mutual. lol.
my mum says i started it cause when he was little, he lost a piece of his toe when he fell from somwehere and i said he was missing a toe. but come on, he's an animal, there is no way he can understand what i'm saying. he started this war and i cannot peacefully go out to the front of backyard anymore.
-clary xx
