How do you know they pecked him to death? Could he have died for some other reason and they pecked him because he was dead? I'm not trying to be contrary - I really want to know.
I'm so glad your flock seems to be fine!
Hey, I saw you're in Terre Haute - I'm just about an hour west of you, in Charleston, IL! Well, in the country near Charleston, anyway... We love the Thai food restaurant in Terre Haute, bring takeout back whenever we go there. I'll be driving right through Terre Haute on my way to pick up my mom from Indi in a few weeks.
Well, I hope that happens with mine. I agree with all that you said! The whole world is new again when you have a child to show it to.
I agree. I'd never want to be young again - way too much uncertainty and stress. But I'd love to have that body back!
Kids don't always come back to you. My brother is 44 and hasn't spoken to our mother in probably 20 years (our father passed away over ten years ago, but they didn't speak either, although our parents had been split up since the mid-'70s). My brother has never let our mom meet his wife or any of his three kids. Her heart breaks fresh every time she thinks about that, especially her grandchildren. To me, that's unspeakable. If he has a problem with his mother, whatever, but to deny his children their grandmother? No way. She's an awesome grandma, too. His wife is from Ukraine, and she has no family in this country, so my husband and I and our kids are the only family they have in thousands of miles. My brother was such a sweet little boy, too!
Yes, as for my own kids, I wasn't talking about them being rebellious or difficult, but just failing at life. I hear this happens fairly often to young people, especially boys, so we're just waiting for our 22 yr old son to figure his own way out, while giving him emotional support. Very painful to watch, though. This was a boy who was one of the best students in his class in high school, got into several very good colleges, did very well his first year in college, and then sputtered to a complete stop in the middle of his second year. He stopped going to classes, in fact stopped pretty much everything. He holed up in his room for several weeks, only sneaking out at night to go to the bathroom or to the vending machine for food. He lived in a single room in a suite in a dorm. Luckily, as he sank deeper and deeper into a self-loathing depression, he sent us an e-mail before harming himself. Anyway, that was three years ago now, and he currently lives in a trailer and works part-time making minimum wage, with no plans for the future whatsoever. He doesn't socialize with any of his old friends because he's too embarrassed about how his life is turning out, when everyone expected that he'd find the cure for cancer or something.
The weird thing is that a lot of his cohort from high school have had similar experiences. I think only one of them actually made it through college so far! Plus, his freshman year roommate from college also dropped out a couple weeks after my son did. But he's been working full time and going to night school.
We just have to be patient that our son will figure it all out.
Oops, perhaps I've said too much. Now you all know some of the dysfunction in my family (oh, yes, there's
way more!).
Oh, wow, I didn't know that was an option!
