Poodlemum
Crowing
I adore my chickens. Love them more than anything, they’re our pets. Couldn’t care less about the eggs from an eating standpoint, but I love the pretty colours and gathering them. I could watch my girls all day and being on flockdown has been emotionally difficult since I can’t be out with them as much. But I’m too tender hearted for this. Our first chickie, not even a year old yet, was dead this morning. No warning, no signs, just dead. We’ve had awful luck with chicks this year (shipping issues) and I’m worn out. It hurts. I just want them to live forever