And some people...meh.
I was on my way to work today, at my part-time job. As I drove along I saw a small group of tents, with chickens in cages. Needless to say I stopped.
I politely asked if this was a private gathering, and I was advised that no it wasn’t. Thus I began to look at chicks that were for sale. I was greatly disturbed by someone that had 8 or 9–one of whom had pasty butt. I brought to his attention and he quckly checked the others. There was a second that I could kick myself for not purchasing, on the spot. And my conscience is bothering me. Badly.
The poor little thing was huddled over in a corner, standing on one leg, looking absolutely petrified, and was probably sick. How anyone could be so heartless to not care for these small kids. Why oh why didn’t I pick up the little boogie...
What an idiot I am; I am thoroughly ashamed. Sharing so I never let this happen again.
I was on my way to work today, at my part-time job. As I drove along I saw a small group of tents, with chickens in cages. Needless to say I stopped.
I politely asked if this was a private gathering, and I was advised that no it wasn’t. Thus I began to look at chicks that were for sale. I was greatly disturbed by someone that had 8 or 9–one of whom had pasty butt. I brought to his attention and he quckly checked the others. There was a second that I could kick myself for not purchasing, on the spot. And my conscience is bothering me. Badly.
The poor little thing was huddled over in a corner, standing on one leg, looking absolutely petrified, and was probably sick. How anyone could be so heartless to not care for these small kids. Why oh why didn’t I pick up the little boogie...
What an idiot I am; I am thoroughly ashamed. Sharing so I never let this happen again.