#I was asleep on the floor in front of the incubator and he sent shell shrapnel against the incubator lid so forcefully that I woke up

[sagehaubitze]

One whole decade old. An immeasurable infinite ancient knowledge, tamed by cookies naturally.

So yeah. Out of all the expensive, fancy, gourmet, over the top sweets I've gotten for Flak over the years, cookies still remain his favorite, with icing and sprinkles of course, so cookies he got, and he hunted down every last sprinkle he could get hold of. The horror, icing and colorful bits of gore slung everywhere, quite a sight to behold.

Flak doesn't care much for "chicken stuff" and doesn't stay outside long, but I've been doing more gardening work in the past couple days than I have in.. years. He's seen me digging around in the dirt and has joined in, supervising and letting me know if any threats (like a bumblebee or perhaps a falling leaf) get too close. We are both exhausted. It's been a good birthday for him I think; he's out cold right now.

I owe Flak my life. I really hope cookies are sufficient payment for today.