You ever read a post that is intended to be a tear jerker, an "oh my God my poor chicken" type post, and you know you should feel sympathy, but you just can't help yourself, you chuckle? I guess maybe it's from raising so many birds, or maybe it's from being country born and raised, but, when a chicken dies, I toss it in the dumpster. Chickens die, and it's a part of country life. Sometimes, a favored chicken dies, and I feel a bit of sadness, like when my blue orp hen died, or when my aappleyard duck hen swallowed a nail, but still, they got bagged and tossed in the garbage. When a chicken is hurt, I put it down.
And sometimes, I will open a post, and see where a chicken was dog mauled, or attacked by a coon, etc. etc., and to me it's obvious it needs to be put down, and the people are all like, Oh no I just can't stop crying and my chicken is sufferring but I'm keeping it alive, and I can't cull it, never been so sad in my life, etc. etc., and sometimes I just can't help it, sometimes I laugh out loud because really, people, these are livestock, not your first born son.
So, let's hear it, am I a cold, heartless witch?
And sometimes, I will open a post, and see where a chicken was dog mauled, or attacked by a coon, etc. etc., and to me it's obvious it needs to be put down, and the people are all like, Oh no I just can't stop crying and my chicken is sufferring but I'm keeping it alive, and I can't cull it, never been so sad in my life, etc. etc., and sometimes I just can't help it, sometimes I laugh out loud because really, people, these are livestock, not your first born son.
So, let's hear it, am I a cold, heartless witch?
