Yesterday was a tragic day.
We have a flock of pet chickens running around our yard. Sooo cute, they've got their feathers but are still all tiny and still cheep...Well they are definitely 'free range'. They won't stay in the stinkin yard! We constantly have to round them up so the neighbors won't call animal control...it's a rented house and not a barnyard animal friendly naeghborhood.
Yesterday we decided to take action after findng them pecking happily away under a parked car on the street--some of them were about to 'cross the road' lol.
My boi leaned a huge piece of plywood up against the gate to get around to the front yard so at least they would escape to the empty lot next door and not get run over while we figured out how to build them a pen/house without any supplies.
Less than ten minutes later I hear him yelling for me in a frantic voice that some of the babies are hurt bad.
The wind had blown the board over onto some of them.
Eight of ten freaked the fuck out and disappeared.
One, the rooster, boo's pet (his only 'boy') was panting and limping a few steps then holding really still with one leg kinda dragging.
The other, the runt of the pack, the wildest free spirit of the bunch, limped/flapped/flopped a few feet over and lay there. Tears are springing up just thinking about it again.
The poor babe was suffering so much. You could tell she was in pieces. At first she tried to fight for it. I wished so badly there was some chicken Novocaine or some shit I could just stick her with.
Boo was in sooooo much distress! He was crying all over the yard and kept going back and forth beween the two wounded trying to comfort them.
I called my mom, she grew up on a farm. She said we should wrap it in something and smash it in the head.
Hell no! I wanted to end my baby's suffering but I get too freaked out to squash bugs, okay? And my boo hates killing.
My mom was trying to get my dad down here to take care of it for us, she said to call her back.
I went out to find my boi holding the chick by the neck and sobbing while he choked it.
He looked like a member of his family had just died for the rest of the night. I felt worse for him then for the baby--at least her suffering was over.
He said he was asking God to just take her and God brought it to his mind to choke her. At least that helped his guilt. (It could have been my guilt--I had propped the board up a bunch of times too.) He said it felt like he had scarred his energy by doing that.
There was this black cloud over us and our property all night and this morning.
This morning I freaked out and got all negative and sooo depressed and couldn't stop crying and couldn't get up to get ready for my Whole Foods interview, which made it even worse coz then boo got pissed at me for 'not trying' to improve our situation etc...
EW. Finally we saw the situation and asked God for help and the bad energy started clearing away.
We went for a drive to get out of there and our moods improved drastically.
I was curious as to how I would feel upon returning to the house--we've had this type of experience before and when I would come back, refreshed from my break from the house, within a few minutes a cold, dark blanket would wrap itself around me and my thoughts would take on a gloomy pattern.
Thankfully (thanks God), my usual positive mood stayed this time.
And I went and interviewed later and got hired! And the chickens have a yard now.
And the rooster appears to be recovering. At least acting like a chicken and not a statue.
So at least my bootsy story has a happy ending.
Make sure you secure those boards now! We wouldn't want any more fowl calamities out there.
We have a flock of pet chickens running around our yard. Sooo cute, they've got their feathers but are still all tiny and still cheep...Well they are definitely 'free range'. They won't stay in the stinkin yard! We constantly have to round them up so the neighbors won't call animal control...it's a rented house and not a barnyard animal friendly naeghborhood.
Yesterday we decided to take action after findng them pecking happily away under a parked car on the street--some of them were about to 'cross the road' lol.
My boi leaned a huge piece of plywood up against the gate to get around to the front yard so at least they would escape to the empty lot next door and not get run over while we figured out how to build them a pen/house without any supplies.
Less than ten minutes later I hear him yelling for me in a frantic voice that some of the babies are hurt bad.
The wind had blown the board over onto some of them.
Eight of ten freaked the fuck out and disappeared.
One, the rooster, boo's pet (his only 'boy') was panting and limping a few steps then holding really still with one leg kinda dragging.
The other, the runt of the pack, the wildest free spirit of the bunch, limped/flapped/flopped a few feet over and lay there. Tears are springing up just thinking about it again.
The poor babe was suffering so much. You could tell she was in pieces. At first she tried to fight for it. I wished so badly there was some chicken Novocaine or some shit I could just stick her with.
Boo was in sooooo much distress! He was crying all over the yard and kept going back and forth beween the two wounded trying to comfort them.
I called my mom, she grew up on a farm. She said we should wrap it in something and smash it in the head.
Hell no! I wanted to end my baby's suffering but I get too freaked out to squash bugs, okay? And my boo hates killing.
My mom was trying to get my dad down here to take care of it for us, she said to call her back.
I went out to find my boi holding the chick by the neck and sobbing while he choked it.
He looked like a member of his family had just died for the rest of the night. I felt worse for him then for the baby--at least her suffering was over.
He said he was asking God to just take her and God brought it to his mind to choke her. At least that helped his guilt. (It could have been my guilt--I had propped the board up a bunch of times too.) He said it felt like he had scarred his energy by doing that.
There was this black cloud over us and our property all night and this morning.
This morning I freaked out and got all negative and sooo depressed and couldn't stop crying and couldn't get up to get ready for my Whole Foods interview, which made it even worse coz then boo got pissed at me for 'not trying' to improve our situation etc...
EW. Finally we saw the situation and asked God for help and the bad energy started clearing away.
We went for a drive to get out of there and our moods improved drastically.
I was curious as to how I would feel upon returning to the house--we've had this type of experience before and when I would come back, refreshed from my break from the house, within a few minutes a cold, dark blanket would wrap itself around me and my thoughts would take on a gloomy pattern.
Thankfully (thanks God), my usual positive mood stayed this time.
And I went and interviewed later and got hired! And the chickens have a yard now.
And the rooster appears to be recovering. At least acting like a chicken and not a statue.
So at least my bootsy story has a happy ending.
Make sure you secure those boards now! We wouldn't want any more fowl calamities out there.
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neelysowner:
i had that happen to a kitten once.. A litttle orange and white striped kitten I brought home at exactly 6 weeks old, and I had roomates in this big house and when i would leave the first day i had him he cried all day and drove my roomies crazy so the next day i put up a big heavy bored in front of the stairs going up to my room well after i got down stairs i heard a big boom and ran back up there to see the board had fallen cuz the little dude try to jump over it and it came back down on top of him and i took it off of him and he stood up and i picked him up and he was ll quiet but still breathing but he didnt look right, so i set him down and he took like 3 steps and layed down and died. I was so bummmed..
xhavokx:
oh my god, that is so sad, but you guys did the right thing....