chickens
Why does my heart flutter when Terry's just being beautiful
Terry's just being beautiful, and yet your heart's doing the chicken dance. We get it. There's something wonderfully confusing about watching a rooster strut his stuff, calm, confident, utterly unbothered, while you're left feeling like you're the one about to lose your feathers. Is it admiration? Anxiety? A little bit of both? Probably. That flutter isn't fear, exactly, it's the emotional whiplash of loving a creature who could peck you one second and pose like a feathered prince the next. It's the same energy that makes "My sweet rooster turned on grandma hen and broke the coop peace" feel painfully familiar. Beauty and chaos, living side by side. Classic fowl play.
