Until this morning I had five young Embden geese and six young Rouen ducklings.
Until this morning when my 16-week old chickens went on the warpath and massacred all but one of the geese and four of the ducklings-- one of which is in serious condition.
I can't stomach it and I can't understand it. They have access to our whole (large) yard, plenty of food, plenty of water. They had no reason to break into the goose corner and kill everyone.
We've been having nothing but disaster after disaster with our homestead lately-- with sick baby goats (the two we have!) With poultry and waterfowl losses...
I'm just trying to keep a chin up for my kids. I don't want them to learn from this that when things get tough it's ok to quit.
The thing is, this is *my* dream-- not my husbands. Our homestead is in the suburbs because I wanted it to happen so badly. He has been supporting me, but it's very clearly been my thing, and my territory... so my responsibility and my failures.
Add to it that I am five months pregnant with my third son and that my pregnancies are very difficult, and I'm... defeated. I care deeply about each and every one of the animals we have here, and losing one is difficult, losing this many in such a stupid, pointless way, is devastating. I'm ready to throw in the towel and just admit that this dream of mine is a complete nightmare.
edited to add: my three year old was the one that found them-- he's trying to be so tough, but these were his babies and he's THREE... its heart-breaking to see him put on his'big boy face' to be tough for mommy...
Until this morning when my 16-week old chickens went on the warpath and massacred all but one of the geese and four of the ducklings-- one of which is in serious condition.
I can't stomach it and I can't understand it. They have access to our whole (large) yard, plenty of food, plenty of water. They had no reason to break into the goose corner and kill everyone.
We've been having nothing but disaster after disaster with our homestead lately-- with sick baby goats (the two we have!) With poultry and waterfowl losses...
I'm just trying to keep a chin up for my kids. I don't want them to learn from this that when things get tough it's ok to quit.
The thing is, this is *my* dream-- not my husbands. Our homestead is in the suburbs because I wanted it to happen so badly. He has been supporting me, but it's very clearly been my thing, and my territory... so my responsibility and my failures.
Add to it that I am five months pregnant with my third son and that my pregnancies are very difficult, and I'm... defeated. I care deeply about each and every one of the animals we have here, and losing one is difficult, losing this many in such a stupid, pointless way, is devastating. I'm ready to throw in the towel and just admit that this dream of mine is a complete nightmare.
edited to add: my three year old was the one that found them-- he's trying to be so tough, but these were his babies and he's THREE... its heart-breaking to see him put on his'big boy face' to be tough for mommy...
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