This morning i got up and i noticed that it was really quite. Normally i wake up and hear the little chicks but really our little brown one is the one who likes to make a lot of noise. So anyways i went into our spare room were they are staying and at first i thought that my brown one was just sleeping but then i had my husband come in and check it out, he picked up the brown one and it was stiff. So my favorite little new pet died this morning. Yes when humans pass away it makes me sad but i dont know what it is but when an animal dies it just breaks my heart and it always reminds me of the movie "Were The Red Fern Grows" I love that movie but it makes me cry every time! and im not big into crying at all. The little brown chick that died was so cute! He would make a lot of noise until i would come pick him up and hold him then he would quite down and drift to sleep. it was funny because he would still stand sometimes and be asleep but he would be swaying back and forth. Ok why am i making a big deal about this im not sure because he was just a little chick... Sorry. i dont think well will have the other two chicks much longer... we will see.
Oh no! I had no idea you got some chicks. What are you going to do with them?
ReplyDeleteim not sure the others do not like me so i dont hold them but yeah not to sure haha we are going to ask around to see if anyone wantes them or see about a farmer
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ReplyDeleteI hope the other chicks survive. But when it comes to chicken deaths I am extremely hardened. Mama went into the poultry raising business in 1950--if my memory is correct. She and Aunt Laurice (her sister) built the 20 by 20 chicken house themselves. The only help they got was from Nathan Pilcher (who told them how to build it) and from "Scamp" or "Pappy" Denton, who drove a few nails and helped them raise the rafters. When they went to see "Uncle Tuck" Crosby at The Farmers and Merchants National Bank in Gilmer to borrow the money, he told them that they hadn't included one penny for labor in their estimate. He nearly laughed his head off when they said they were going to build it themselves. Then he said, "I believe you can do it," and loaned them the money. (This is now the storage building that my brother and I use.) Then we got our first batch of 500 chickens and immediately Lloyd (my brother was about 4 at the time) stepped over into the pen and smashed a chicken--the first death of thousands and thousands over the next 40 years. Most of those years Mama raised up to 20,000 chickens per batch, keeping each batch about 6 to 8 weeks. I now have about a dozen chickens that range all over our goat pasture. Good luck with y'all's (I love that good Texas word--the only word with double apostrophes) little flock!
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