All ten of my little fuzzy-butt friends just went bye-bye. After working my whole life, I was enjoying my retirement and caring for my little feathered charges, even if it did mean getting up at the crack of dawn. But, alas it wasn't meant to be. Dang it, I have to go back to work. I'm depressed because I have waited a long time to get into a position where I could raise chickies again and I am angry at myself for the poor decisions I have made that have resulted in this necessity. The moral of the story young'ins is plan ahead for the future, it doesn't take care of itself. and trying to live on SS is impossible. Sorry for the downer. Just needed to vent. Thanks BYC'ers for the education and loads of laughs. PS I can't believe how unreasonable these trucking companies are. NO!! Chickens are not pets. BET ME!!!