Major mice problem - the mice are in our house. From stepfather: "It is because of the chickens. We cannot live this way." I knew he was going to ship my two hens off the first chance he got. I refused to let him because I was paranoid that he was going to ship them off to some random farm who the farm owner's would kill them for meat. I couldn't imagine that. I don't even want to think about it.
So mother looked online and found a nice lady who had seven hens. The woman agreed to take our two hens and allow us to visit whenever we want. But alas, I'm going to miss my two girls. But my stepfather is somewhat happy about my agreement to give them to the lady, because he knows we can then deal with the mice issue. But I'm depressed as heck, even though I half-heartedly agreed.
I love you Amulet, I love you Pepper, I will love you forever, never forget me, and I will miss you.
... They left today. At 1:00 p.m.
I have never been this depressed in a super long time. But still.
It's my first night without Amulet and Pepper, and I am super paranoid. Even though the woman taking them said they were safely asleep in their coop (yes, we gave them Ammy and Pepper's coop, because they refuse to sleep anywhere else.), I'm still paranoid. I mean, I bet they're so confused... I hope that when I go to visit next weekend that they'll remember me...
... I keep thinking about my hens, confused as to why I had to do what I did. I hated putting them in the (very spacey, actually) rabbit cage. I hated it so much. I never thought the day would come when I had to give them away. I hope they never forget me...
I'm gonna *cough*tryand*cough* get some sleep tonight. There's no point in staying up, I'll just keep thinking about it.