Raven

 I’m the Border Collie around here, which means I take my job very seriously. My main role? Watching the chickens. Not herding them. Not chasing them. Just… watching. Intently. For hours. It’s an art.

While my brother Sullivan is off pretending he’s in charge, I’m making sure the feathered ladies stay in line and the humans don’t forget I exist every five minutes (hint: I don’t let them).

Some say I’m a little extra—extra dramatic, extra fluffy, extra good at staring into your soul until you give me a treat. I call it dedication.

I thrive on routines, belly rubs, and mild chaos. One wrong move from a chicken and I’m on high alert. One crinkle of a snack bag and I’m suddenly in the kitchen. Coincidence? I think not.

Basically, I’m the silent engine that keeps this farm running… unless there’s a leaf. Then I bark at it.