06/21/2026
Happy Fatherβs Day to myself. ππ
Did I ask to be a father? No.
Did I somehow end up responsible for an entire brood of tiny fluff nuggets anyway? Also no.
And yet, here we are.
I sat on the eggs. I protected the nest. I supervised every hatchling. I provided leadership, guidance, and occasional dramatic staring from across the coop.
Some say it takes a village.
I say it takes Cotton.
So today I celebrate me, the founder of the Fluff Empire, commander of the hatchlings, and the only bird capable of raising an army while plotting world domination.
Happy Father's Day to the greatest parent this brood has ever known.
Now please form an orderly line and present mealworms as tribute. ππ£πβ¨