This weekend something got in with our laying hens. Killed the whole flock but one and she is pretty beat up - can't get within 10 feet of her (which is unusual - they are normally quite friendly). Ate the heads, forming eggs and kidneys but many of the bodies are gone. We have spent the last few days cleaning up the mess and will spend next weekend rebuilding the hen-house. (The roof has some snow-damage and there is a "new" hole where we think it came in)
I've also spent the weekend calling dumbass people back regarding my fosters (why can't some of them be "normal"?? All we need is one good, normal call.). I'm sure this wouldn't bother me if I hadn't spent so much time cleaning up the blood and bodies and planning out how to fix the fence. Then to deal with people who actually argue with me about the dog (and the cat too!) ... was just a bit much.
If I have to say "That's nice that she looks like your old dog, but she's not your old dog and she WILL require training ... " or "She needs a fence ... I understand that your last dog didn't run away but she WILL" or "NO, she will not make a good guard dog" or "NO she will not be good around young children ... Why? Because she is 75 lbs of clumsy" or "Sorry but this cat needs to stay indoors because he can't outrun the coyotes" one more time, I am going to go postal.
I'm sure my nasty mood stems from the loss of the laying hens but stupid people don't make it better. Maybe tomorrow will be better ... at least, that's what I keep telling myself.
Bet your bottom dollar
There'll be sun!