- Jun 9, 2014
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I think it's completely normal to love anything that you take responsibility for, whether that's kids, animals, a garden - whatever. I love my dogs as much as I love the people in my life. I didn't know just HOW much I loved them until I lost my first dog to cancer. "Devastated" doesn't even begin to describe how I felt.
I am also NOT a bird person. Not in the slightest. I debated getting chickens for a few years ONLY because I live in the country, have an organic garden that is bigger than my house, and generally saw it as the next step towards a homesteading way of life. I saw it purely from a self-sufficiency point of view and totally intended to eat the birds as well as the eggs!
Well...after spending a month building the coop & run (by myself, one screw & board at a time!), then caring for those little balls of fluff in the cardboard box, and then worrying when they moved to the coop & obsessively checking on them ALL the time - and now to hanging out on a chicken website, obsessing about making my coop & run the safest and happiest place on earth for my chickens (including constant improvements to the coop & homemade chicken toys!) - let's just say I think somewhere along the way I fell in love with my birds!
So I totally get it. It's natural to love what you care for, and to take extra care of what you love. I don't know if I will ever actually eat my birds (will face that when the time comes), but I can guarantee that if I do it will be through a few tears!
I am also NOT a bird person. Not in the slightest. I debated getting chickens for a few years ONLY because I live in the country, have an organic garden that is bigger than my house, and generally saw it as the next step towards a homesteading way of life. I saw it purely from a self-sufficiency point of view and totally intended to eat the birds as well as the eggs!
Well...after spending a month building the coop & run (by myself, one screw & board at a time!), then caring for those little balls of fluff in the cardboard box, and then worrying when they moved to the coop & obsessively checking on them ALL the time - and now to hanging out on a chicken website, obsessing about making my coop & run the safest and happiest place on earth for my chickens (including constant improvements to the coop & homemade chicken toys!) - let's just say I think somewhere along the way I fell in love with my birds!
So I totally get it. It's natural to love what you care for, and to take extra care of what you love. I don't know if I will ever actually eat my birds (will face that when the time comes), but I can guarantee that if I do it will be through a few tears!