Thank you. It has not been easy, but many years of therapy finally brought me to the point where I realized that I spent 39 years trying to make her happy and be the perfect daughter when that was never going to happen. It's hard, i wish I had a "normal" mom & sis but I guess what's normal, right? As my friend's mom likes to say, "Aren't we all just a little bit crazy?" I do talk to her just very rarely and on a superficial level. The lesson I really have tried to live by is that none of us are perfect, that is the nature of humanity. Strive for grace and patience, look for the good, but if someone is determined to be miserable there is nothing you can do but step out of their way.
I finished planting all my flower seeds, but I haven't gotten to the veggies yet. Feed the soul before the stomach I suppose. It felt good to be moving around again and out from under the sinus cloud of doom. We buried Ginger in the backyard where she can be near the big girls and watch baby chickadees being born in the birdhouse. I wish we had had a better outcome but I could tell from the start that this was something fatal. She went from normal to near catatonic overnight and stopped growing. Poor wee thing. She was a joyful noise to be heard while she was here.
Now an actual chicken question - should I be concerned about the last chick being alone in the brooder box? Is she ok? She is way too young to be with the adult hens, they will hurt her, and the one time we introduced her to the hamster she tried to peck her. Should I be concerned?
