I suddenly got a rotisserie chicken at the Walliest of Worlds. Oddly (pandemic labor shortage I’m sure) they’re hit or miss on having them available at all, so when I saw they had any hot&fresh available at all I went FULL ON TOILET PAPER HORDE MODE AND BOUGHT … one …
… and had to loop back for baby potatoes, cuz one can’t go without the other!
So dinner is very abruptly sorted out.
Otherwise, I did little of note, besides feeding little Charm and eyeballing hard culls for Pretzel’s next lunch.
There’s one female (pity) who seems determined to chew out of her enclosure. As in, gnawing on steel trying to get out.
That kind of anxiety - and determination - seems either genetic, or quickly taught to littles. Either way, it is quickly snuffed out.