I bought my first mustang in high school. And I rode her until her wheels broke off. Then I found another mustang that was so beautiful I had to have it. So after college, that’s what I drove.
Hahaha

Just go get it! That’s what I do, can’t say much once it’s there 😊♥️

I bought my first horse when I was 17, and my dad was furious, of course he was the first person out to see her next morning 😆

After that over the years it was always ‘NOT ANOTHER G-DARN HORSE, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MO MORE HORSES’

But he was always the first out there to see it 😊♥️

To this day my mum takes over the task of screaming at me ‘no more chickens’.

I generally just ignore her now. I figure I am almost 60 and if I want 99 chickens I will darn well have 99 chickens!!!

Ok so no I don’t want 99 chickens - I am up to something like 40 now, and plan on selling the bulk of the pullets I am raising up.
 
It’s bad enough that I started crying when I saw that Gracie died, but this made me bawl my eyes out.
Losing my first dog last year, and my second dog three years ago is all too soon. Coach was only a few months older than me. I literally knew him from the day I was born.
I got Dina when I was a few years old. Amazing, sweet black lab. She got cushings disease (I think that’s how it’s spelled) and died at eight. She was a few years younger than me.
Losing Coach just last year still breaks my heart. I miss him and Dina like crazy.
Having other dogs helps though. Two weeks after Dina died, my parents bought two puppies. (Crazy, I know.) they are three and a half years old now, and I can’t imagine life without them.
They helped me get through Dina’s death, and my pup and I helped each other through Coach’s. She needed me when he passed, and I needed her. Having another dog always helps.
Just as Daffy said, Rebecca, CeeCee needs you and you need her :hugs :hugs :hugs :hugs
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Furious, sad, upset :hit

Whiskers has killed here two chicks I put under her. I was only up at the house an hr and ran back to the barn to check them. She had killed them. She has lost her chance to ever have chicks ever again and this weekend she will go to broody breaking jail.

I really thought she would take to them, she was at day 19.

Now I can only hope that Curly keeps her babies. She did the shimmy and tucked them up under her so I can hope she is a good mama.

I have only had good luck with my broodies so to have this happen is a total shock. I guess I won’t be fostering babies on hens anymore, too much risk of harm to the babies - and not hatching eggs either, too much risk of Roos.

:hit:hit:hit
That’s awful! Has she ever raised chicks before successfully? That’s so sad 😞
 

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