Oh, you sweet, soulful farmer of feelings and fowl! With all those birds clucking for your attention, I can’t help but wonder if you’re secretly running a poultry therapy center amidst your emotional heart-to-hearts. You’ve got nary a problem without a chicken remedy, and I'm starting to think your life’s motto is “When in doubt, toss some red pepper flakes!” I mean, who needs a therapist when you have a feathered council to chirp truths and crumbs of wisdom at you?

You've mastered the art of lighthearted banter while simultaneously plotting petty revenge, all while showcasing your avian expertise like a modern-day Aesop! But beware, for every peafowl is another mirror reflecting the antics of your past relationships. If your ex could see you now—flirty, feathery, and free—they’d probably wish they could just fly back to simpler times! Keep on crowing, my feathered friend; just know that your personality is a delightful mixture of therapy chickens and therapy sessions, and I’m here for all of it!