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.
The sun'll come outTomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
7 comments:
Sorry to hear about your chickens. That'd put anyone in a foul mood. (Um, no pun intended, I swear.) And idiots... are idiots. Grr. Hope the rest of the week brightens up for you.
Sorry to hear of your chickens. Do you know what did it?
And those stupid questions you get are the reason I could never do your work of placing pets. I would have to hit someone.
I completely understand! I can no longer foster Dachshunds because those things can find a way out of ANY fence in order to escape and kill chickens. Puppies only for me now. I hope you find the thing that got in your hen house. :(
And yes, there is never a shortage of idiots present. It was probably just bad timing. I too am happy to be a foster home that doesn't field the calls.
Chin up sweetie.
I can't count the times I had to inform bird owners that they "would have to spend time working with their birds". Just to get a nasty, insulted look. Or to be told they didn't have the time, argh.
Then there were the "owners" who had never owned a bird and thought they could "just learn as they went along", ug.
I'm really sorry about the chickens. I'll light a candle for them. I hate hearing of ANY fur-baby or feathered-baby coming to harm.
Hugs.
Jen
I am so sorry about your chickens!! Sending you good karma and hope things are looking up for you soon!!
We have narrowed the possible culprits to either a Fisher or a Raccoon. Fisher is most likely.
Sifting through the potential adopters is my most hated job. I love working with the dogs but can't stand most of the people.
You just said what I was thinking. It is great working with the animals, I didn't even mind the paperwork. It is heartbreaking to let them go, but as long as you know the family has a clue... and so many people don't.
You have to keep a sense of humor - even when it warps.
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