August 2010 I lost my "mommy" hen to a dog who's owner was more interested in drinking than looking after his dog. He left her without food for 3 days. I cannot blame the dog for killing my hen, but I don't think I will ever forgive her owner. I still can't visit the spot where she died without feeling like someone kicked me in the gut.
December 2010 a predator killed 2 chicks I was raising and 5 of one of my broody hen's chicks. In one week.
Last year August I lost the most amazing little thing. She wouldn't grow and died aged only 5 months. I would happily have given her a year of my own life, just to have her and love her in my life longer.
Last year December we hatched out 35 chicks in a incubator and under 3 hens. Through a combination of pests, predators, bad moms and a horrible accident which I still cannot talk about or deal with, we lost 15 of them. It got so bad I didn't want to hatch more chicks.
January this year a predator got into my chick pen. Killed 5 very special little chickens.
And that's not half of them.
And I still keep chickens. Though, to be honest, it scares me. It really does. Knowing how much losing them hurts. I'll probably never get over all the losses and I'll probably never stop crying, but I still love them.
I will always have chickens. 'Cause when it's bad, it's awful, but when it's good it's amazing. Having a chick hatch in your hand and seeing the love in that little face when they run into the house, jump on your lap and settle down with that happy little cheeps... or watching a hen lay an egg, giving you the stink eye, 'cause you're watching... looking up and seeing my favourite roo standing next to my bed, checking on me, 'cause he knows I'm not feeling so great... right now, I'm so sad, remembering the sad things and one of my young pullets, who normally won't let me near her is standing right here, next to me, doing that questioning little clucks like she's asking "are you o.k?"
I'm in it for the good times. It's worth it.