DAY ELEVEN
Username: OutdatedBoombox
Writing: Hug didn't have many joys in life, at least by most standards, but one thing they truly enjoyed was their birds. Not exactly pet birds, per se, but rather wild ravens who Hug had befriended over time. They would come up to the windows every morning, tapping and squawking hoarsely at them. They were always expecting breakfast. Hug would open the curtains, tap back "hello", and start cooking in plain sight of the corvids. They'd make plenty of food. Scrambled eggs from the hens in the coop, toast, sausage made from last year's pigs, some fruit from the garden. Way too much for just one, even two people. But Hug knew what they were doing. They knew that the ravens would eat, and then more would arrive at the news. They'd only truly bonded with the original five ravens, but the others were welcome just the same. Before they even ate, they made up plates for his guests outside. Two by two, they'd bring the plates out and lay them on the ground outside. The ravens would even wait patiently for Hug to finally return with their own plate and sit on the doorstep. Only then would they start swarming the other plates. Hug would eat and watch over their friends in silence.
Usually, after the initial five had finished, the others would arrive. Hug would invite the first inside while the more wild ones would finish up the remains of breakfast. The chimera didn't get much company, but the ravens and their farm animals were plenty. Their animals were all they really had, entertainment wise. Their ravens would hop around on the counters, watching them as they'd make the scraps for the pig slop and measure out grain, pellets, and supplements for their cows and sheep. At Hug's cue, the ravens would head outside again and the chimera would follow to do the farm work for the day. They'd feed the pigs first, then the chickens, then the cows and sheep. After feeding, they'd collect milk and eggs from the cows and chickens. Every time, the corvids would get a sacrifice as thanks for their company. A few fresh eggs smashed on the ground and a small bowl of the milk would be provided. At times they'd squabble over who'd get the most of what, but Hug would calm them with gentle fingers on their heads. Usually, when the obvious work was done, Hug would clean. Sweep out the barn, lay down fresh straw, and clean up any excrement that happened to be around. It was a fairly simple life. They'd head to the garden when everything was said and done. It wasn't just a place to grow vegetables, but rather a training ground. Hug would train the ravens there, and reward them with the berries and vegetables growing rampant. The witch knew, most likely, that the ravens could get the berries without permission, but... They also knew that at this point the birds respected them. Hug hadn't taught them to do many "tricks", yet, but they had taught them to carry messages, which was plenty useful. [518]
Tolter: Hug! We're goin' humanizedHobby is.... farming/befriending wild animals. They're a witch. They do weird things.