I had 11 chickens, 3 nearly grown chicks, and 1 little baby. My Dad said we had to move and until we got the coop built at the new place my chickens had to stay at the old house. Being that I'm just a teenager, there was no convincing him to bring them. I'd go back and fourth to check on my babies everyday.... but last night when I could finally bring them home, I couldn't find many of them. I only found my roo, Papa, dead. He was my baby, I bought him as a baby, his legs were broken, but he always got around fine. All but 6 chickens are gone, feathers everywhere.
I wish Dad had listened to me. He doesn't understand why I care so much and he makes fun of me for it, but they truly are like my babies. Especially my Papa roo.

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