Just a few minutes ago I had to go out
in the back of our property to toss out some watermelon rinds
and as I walked out into the growing darkness,
I was talking aloud.
"If the varmint that killed my chickens is within the sound
of my voice," I said (and yes, I really did do this),
"I just want you to know what you did
is horrible and I hate you."
We've had another massacre.
It just makes me so mad. We had these five nice chickens
living in their little chicken palace and making eggs for us
and just living together in peace and harmony
(other than the whole pecking order thing
which I think is dumb,
but have you ever tried to reason with a chicken?).
Lloyd Dobbler went out to the barn this afternoon
and came in with the sad news.
Another massacre.
Four of our five ladies were dead.
Doesn't that just make you mad?
It does me.
What's strange is that I was just talking today
about the previous massacre. I was sitting poolside at
the Popsicles' pool and we got to talking about it.
Little did I know that another such massacre had already
taken place and was waiting to be discovered. And just as I
was saying to the other poolside people,
if it was some hungry animal that
scrambled its way into the barn and
actually ATE the chickens, I think I wouldn't feel so bad.
I mean, that's kind of the way it is with animals.
You know, the whole food chain thing.
But this ridiculous critter is NOT eating the chickens.
Just killing them.
Makes me so mad.
I wonder how this one chick is going to do on her own.
Poor thing, to have to watch her friends be slaughtered
right in front of her.
She's probably too traumatized to lay eggs.
I hope we catch this evil beast that kill my chicks. I'd like to
strap him to some body's Fourth of July fireworks
display. How does that sound?
This is just the kind of thing
that would outrage those cows from Chick-filet.
in the back of our property to toss out some watermelon rinds
and as I walked out into the growing darkness,
I was talking aloud.
"If the varmint that killed my chickens is within the sound
of my voice," I said (and yes, I really did do this),
"I just want you to know what you did
is horrible and I hate you."
We've had another massacre.
It just makes me so mad. We had these five nice chickens
living in their little chicken palace and making eggs for us
and just living together in peace and harmony
(other than the whole pecking order thing
which I think is dumb,
but have you ever tried to reason with a chicken?).
Lloyd Dobbler went out to the barn this afternoon
and came in with the sad news.
Another massacre.
Four of our five ladies were dead.
Doesn't that just make you mad?
It does me.
What's strange is that I was just talking today
about the previous massacre. I was sitting poolside at
the Popsicles' pool and we got to talking about it.
Little did I know that another such massacre had already
taken place and was waiting to be discovered. And just as I
was saying to the other poolside people,
if it was some hungry animal that
scrambled its way into the barn and
actually ATE the chickens, I think I wouldn't feel so bad.
I mean, that's kind of the way it is with animals.
You know, the whole food chain thing.
But this ridiculous critter is NOT eating the chickens.
Just killing them.
Makes me so mad.
I wonder how this one chick is going to do on her own.
Poor thing, to have to watch her friends be slaughtered
right in front of her.
She's probably too traumatized to lay eggs.
I hope we catch this evil beast that kill my chicks. I'd like to
strap him to some body's Fourth of July fireworks
display. How does that sound?
This is just the kind of thing
that would outrage those cows from Chick-filet.
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3 comments:
Oh so sorry to hear of the slaughter. That kind of thing happens to my neighbor, well did, and she built a varmint proof coop because the raccoons are just vicious. They essentially have a house that they let them in and out of each day and the place where they can be during the day is covered with chicken wire AND the wire is buried all around about 6-10 inches. It's lots of work but she hasn't lost anymore to the killers. I'm glad the children didn't have to find that whole scene.
You poor dear, it would break my heart if that happened to my chick's (not that I have any, but would love to on day). Okay on to your pesto question. I take it out of the freezer a couple of days before I want to use it and let it thaw in the fridge. It will keep in the fridge for about a week. If your family likes it, it is super easy to make and we use it on everything- chicken, pasta, roast veggies, you name it. I hope this helps you, if you have any more questions feel free to ask.
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We had a weasel kill a whole bunch of our chickens when I was a child. It was so awful. They were just piled up in the chicken house. I need to read in Mother's diary to see if she shares this happening. There maybe details.
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