- Jul 10, 2013
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I know that a lot of you probably don't take a chicken death as serious as I do, but who cares. Let's go back to where it started.
It was a Saturday in late April. And me and my friend were hanging out when his mom suggests if we want to go to a chicken thing with her and at first, we say no.
We hop in the car, and drive to the fundraiser/sell/trade/meet thing and the thing I noticed was they were selling chickens, but not a lot. I looked around then my curiosity grew bigger. I asked my friends mom if I could get one, she said yes. So I called my parents and they said yes to. It was the happiest day of my life. I eagerly picked out two that called to me. A cute Rhode Island Red and a Black Silver lining I think they are called. Anyway, I ran home and grabbed this pic of them that I'm never going to throw away. Here they are. Rose, And Athens!
So for me, this was so awesome because it was the first day that I could raise my own pet. All day I looked for boxes to keep them in. I found a perfect big one. I was so happy. Later that day my friend and his mom kindly supplied us with a feeder,waterer, and bedding. I finally had my own chicks.
Me and my friend started talking about how they will be roaming my yard for a good solid 4 years and filling our family with eggs. I was so excited for Rose and Athens that I started to take them outside Every.Single.Day. And I loved it
So every day I would play with them and cuddle with them for and hour whenever I could from about Late April to about 3 weeks ago where we went on vacation. We asked our neighbor to watch the chickens, and our dog.
So we came back from the 2 week vacation and my chicks were getting really big, almost the size of a real chicken but still in the teenage days.
So about a week passes and we start to notice that our dog can get out of our front like window door, not actual door, but the kinda one on the outside that's all glass and anyway, she gets out 2 times a day I kid you not. So one day I am getting ready to go ride my motorcycle and everything seems to be slowing me down. My GoPro wasn't working so I messed with that for five minutes and the stupid thing wouldn't come off my helmet. And I have turned the GoPro on and taken it off my helmet 1000s of times but no, not today. I end up finally getting it off. I put my helmet on, gloves and walk out the back door, look out, and there is my dog and one black thing and one red thing on the ground. I couldn't believe it. I didn't think that this would ever happen to these chickens, I come closer and start to realize what is actually happening. I take my helmet off and throw it at my dog. She runs under our boat and hides. I looked from 15 feet away and I knew just somehow knew they were dead. I drop. Laying on my back looking to the sky wondering what happend. why, why today, why did it have to take so long with my camera and mount that I couldn't have came out here 5 minutes before and put the dog back inside.
I bury them,
I tell my parents,
Everyone is sad.
I guess what makes this story so special is that these guys were so good of friends. Whenever I took one away from the other and put them back together they were so happy. They did everything together. Ate,drank,fed. And when they were sleeping at night sometimes I would go out and peek on them and they were so close to each other. They loved each other so much that what happend is my dog chased one grabbed it, and ate it. And while all this was happening the other one was watching, 5 feet away, wondering "What is going on to my pal" And then that one to, got eaten. My dad said that they probably went fast, which is always good. Later that day I opened up my Ipod, and found a video of them when they were about 3 months old. Tears ran down my face, as they sort of are now. And I deleted it, all the photos of them but the one above. I will always love that picture, and never put it away. I guess I'm telling you guy's this because It feels good to talk about it. Even tho I have the best memories with them. I loved them. And hopefully you guys see why at the beginning of this I put a lot of you don't take a chicken death seriously.
And that is why the title is 2 for 5
2 chickens.
5 months.
If you read this far I really appreciate it. It helps a lot. Thanks for reading.
P.S. This happened yesterday.
It was a Saturday in late April. And me and my friend were hanging out when his mom suggests if we want to go to a chicken thing with her and at first, we say no.
We hop in the car, and drive to the fundraiser/sell/trade/meet thing and the thing I noticed was they were selling chickens, but not a lot. I looked around then my curiosity grew bigger. I asked my friends mom if I could get one, she said yes. So I called my parents and they said yes to. It was the happiest day of my life. I eagerly picked out two that called to me. A cute Rhode Island Red and a Black Silver lining I think they are called. Anyway, I ran home and grabbed this pic of them that I'm never going to throw away. Here they are. Rose, And Athens!
So for me, this was so awesome because it was the first day that I could raise my own pet. All day I looked for boxes to keep them in. I found a perfect big one. I was so happy. Later that day my friend and his mom kindly supplied us with a feeder,waterer, and bedding. I finally had my own chicks.
Me and my friend started talking about how they will be roaming my yard for a good solid 4 years and filling our family with eggs. I was so excited for Rose and Athens that I started to take them outside Every.Single.Day. And I loved it
So every day I would play with them and cuddle with them for and hour whenever I could from about Late April to about 3 weeks ago where we went on vacation. We asked our neighbor to watch the chickens, and our dog.
So we came back from the 2 week vacation and my chicks were getting really big, almost the size of a real chicken but still in the teenage days.
So about a week passes and we start to notice that our dog can get out of our front like window door, not actual door, but the kinda one on the outside that's all glass and anyway, she gets out 2 times a day I kid you not. So one day I am getting ready to go ride my motorcycle and everything seems to be slowing me down. My GoPro wasn't working so I messed with that for five minutes and the stupid thing wouldn't come off my helmet. And I have turned the GoPro on and taken it off my helmet 1000s of times but no, not today. I end up finally getting it off. I put my helmet on, gloves and walk out the back door, look out, and there is my dog and one black thing and one red thing on the ground. I couldn't believe it. I didn't think that this would ever happen to these chickens, I come closer and start to realize what is actually happening. I take my helmet off and throw it at my dog. She runs under our boat and hides. I looked from 15 feet away and I knew just somehow knew they were dead. I drop. Laying on my back looking to the sky wondering what happend. why, why today, why did it have to take so long with my camera and mount that I couldn't have came out here 5 minutes before and put the dog back inside.
I bury them,
I tell my parents,
Everyone is sad.
I guess what makes this story so special is that these guys were so good of friends. Whenever I took one away from the other and put them back together they were so happy. They did everything together. Ate,drank,fed. And when they were sleeping at night sometimes I would go out and peek on them and they were so close to each other. They loved each other so much that what happend is my dog chased one grabbed it, and ate it. And while all this was happening the other one was watching, 5 feet away, wondering "What is going on to my pal" And then that one to, got eaten. My dad said that they probably went fast, which is always good. Later that day I opened up my Ipod, and found a video of them when they were about 3 months old. Tears ran down my face, as they sort of are now. And I deleted it, all the photos of them but the one above. I will always love that picture, and never put it away. I guess I'm telling you guy's this because It feels good to talk about it. Even tho I have the best memories with them. I loved them. And hopefully you guys see why at the beginning of this I put a lot of you don't take a chicken death seriously.
And that is why the title is 2 for 5
2 chickens.
5 months.
If you read this far I really appreciate it. It helps a lot. Thanks for reading.
P.S. This happened yesterday.
