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today has been terrible… right when my parents were about to drive me to the quail place, my mom decided that she hated the fact that i love birds and hatching chicks and that she wasnt going to let me ever hatch chicks again. she said that they were stinky and ruining her life and she started yelling at me that i could never hatch or raise quail or chickens or ducks againthen when i left the room i overhead her talking to my dad and i quote her exact words: "wasnt she just supposed to have those original four birds and no more? Moe, Aqua, Cappa, and Joey? and that coop and brooder of hers are smelly and ruining my house and yard!" and then… the worst part that made me burst out in tears while she said it… she said she was just waiting for my birds to die so she could get rid of them and never have to see chickens again![]()
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does she not realize i love those birds like family and ive never enjoyed something so much as i enjoy watching those little embryos grow into adorable chicks? i cant believe she said that… i am still crying. i spend hours with my birds every day loving them and now i realize my mom is just waiting for them to die![]()
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Sparky you will be out on your own in short time. (believe me it seems slow but in all actuality its FAST)
Perhaps she was having a bum day, as a mom I know I said some mean stuff to my kids already and I didn't mean them to be hurtful, just sometimes stuff gets frustrating to a mom. Maybe she is jealous of your gang? Esp if you don't have a tight relationship it may be a desire within her and she if fighting for your attention, but I don't know her and I am not a psychologist if you didn't guess that already. : (
I am sad to say, I too have heartbreak everyday, yes everyday, there is not ONE SINGLE day that goes by that my DH isn't complaining about my springers and yells at me "you better hope you don't die, because the minute you do I will put a bullet in every one of their heads" I know he has a very low tolerance level for my dogs, and I don't know for sure how far that would go if I were to "fall down the basement steps and hit my head" But I would hope my older sons would step up to the plate after my demise. I know he wouldn't keep a single one of them, I am sure Harmony will have a fit anyways.


You know I am here and you can call me whenever too, everyone needs to have a shoulder to cry on sweetness, mine will be here as long as I am, and even thereafter as I tell Harmony.