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Jacque clucked his tongue as after nearing the farm Estelle made her descent. Such a quick landing was all but impossible for the man if he wanted to keep his wings from being torn from their sockets. Instead, he tilted his body and descended towards the ground in a circular manner until his feet finally touched dirt. 

Jacque idly watched Estelle begin to collect eggs and feed the chickens for a few moments before looking around and extending a long forked tongue. He did this several times, picking up the unmistakable scents of horses, chickens, and pigs, however he did not detect anything resembling human, modified or otherwise. Content with this, Jacque allowed Estelle to get a further head start on the eggs whilst he cared for the pigs. He jogged over to the pen, sparing a moment to check inside to ensure they were all in good health before donning a large pair of muck covered boots and grabbing a nearby trashcan. The can was filled with a mixture of stolen pig feed, stale breads, over ripened or rotten fruits such as bananas, apples, and grapes, and even a few scraps of meat to ensure the swine had their full dietary needs met. Jacque lifted the garbage can over the pen, then followed shortly after to ensure that the prying noses of the pigs did not tip it over. As his boots sank a few inches into a patch of mud Jacque gave a short throaty hiss to scatter a few piglets that hadn't been frightened off by him jumping over. 

The scattering of the piglets elicited a grunt of displeasure from the sow that was their mother, however she did not charge Jacque as she was familiar enough with him to know he wasn't a threat. Jacque, now content with a pathway being cleared, trekked through the muck and towards the feeding bin, being careful to keep his tail raised above the gunk at his feet. As the pigs -a group that consisted of four males, eight females, and thirteen piglets in total- followed behind him, Jacque would feel a snout proud his tail every few seconds or so, but ignored it so long as the swine remembered not to bite. After a solid three and a half minutes of shlepping through mud, Jacque deposited a healthy amount of feed into the bin and stepped out of the way for the pigs to eat. With them distracted, Jacque turned his attention to the nesting area, quickly making his way over and exchanging soiled bedding for fresh before hopping back out of the pen with the feeding garbage can. "[b][color=f26522]So munchkin-[/color][/b]" He began as he made his way over to the chicken coops, "[b][color=f26522]Buck give you any trouble during feeding?[/color][/b]" he inquired, referring to the old and somewhat ornery rooster that presided over the roost when the flock where not around. While Buck usually only reserved his aggression for the males of the flock, every now and then he'd have a go at the girls as if to prove a point, and while Jacque actually respected the rooster's bravado, he wouldn't think twice about having Buck for dinner if caught Buck attacking anyone but himself.