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This is the first post on this thread, that actually made me mad. Most of those others on here that disagreed with me, as most of you did, did so respectably, despite the obviousness that you were upset with me. So lets break this down.
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So you state it is only your opinion, then go on to tell me I shouldn't own chickens? Your opinion should be enough to dictate what others should be allowed to do?
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This quote shows how little you know me. I smile over God's beauty everyday, and if, God Forbid, I was to the point I couldn't, I would want to be put out of my misery. Just the morning I was smiling at the lilacs in bloom, and the peas coming up, and my strawberries blooming. I was admiring my beautiful blue orp, and chuckling over how cute my black cochin hens are. Last night I went fishing, and admired the tranquility of the creek, the muskrats I watched swimmng in it, and the various waterfowl I saw. I also admired the catfish I caught to eat. I love taking photos of nature, I love everything about nature. But, I love watching a hawk swoop down to feast on a rabbit as much as I love watching a robin feed her young.
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Now, this, offends me. My chickens are cared for just as well as anyone elses on here unless you consider proper care regular vet check ups and diapers! My chickens cosntantly have fresh food and water, are treated (by me) for treatable illnesses, and are immediately and humanely put down when they injury/illiness is uncurable. They have good shelter (three coops) a huge run, and are allowed to freerange on days I am home in the evening. They share their free-range time with my dog, when he's out, they're in, when he's in, they're out. I care for them, breed selectively for best traits, and cull as needed. I raise them for eggs, and for meat. Please don't tell me my chickens are not properly cared for, because that simply is NOT TRUE.
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Whoa...wait...what?? We're talking about a dead chicken here. It's no longer alive. Does it matter if the worms feast on it my backyard or a dump? If I buried them here in the yard the dog would dig them up (don't ask how I know this if you dont want to know). I figure it's better to have them at a dump, then to have my dog munching on rotting carcasses, dont you? Now, to me, what bothers me immensely, is human cremation. My husband wants that, and I sure ain't come to terms with it. Now, isnt it much worse to burn a humans remains than toss a chickens in a trash can?
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I sleep very well, too well most times, lol. I love looking at myself in the mirror knowing I am a strong, self reliant woman that needs not depend on others (except my husband, whom I depend on dearly) to have a healthy and wholesome life. I feel great that I grow (or catch) about 1/2 of my own food now, and that I am living a life on the land that most only dream of. I know my chickens and other critters are well tended for. Why wouldn't I sleep well?