I've been gone a long time.
I finished this today after a long period of depression. It hasn't ended. Things are happening at flock Ladd that are suffocating me with grief. I love my birds, I really really do. I had plans and hopes and dreams with them.
If I had known I could bring utter devastation home from a fun trip to the state fair I would never have gone, because the bucket of cookies and selfie with the boo on the ferris wheel isn't worth this. I would do anything to go back in time and not go. Or to go and come home to burn the clothes and shoes I went in and connect with Satan in the shower.
As my flock slowly succumbs to this mystery ick, while I wait for test results from the UofM veterinary pathology lab, I have had time to reflect on things and want this to happen to no one else. I walked in the house late, drunk on fair beers and passed out in my clothes without proper biosecurity measures and my babies outside are paying the price.
Rest in peace my beautiful baby boy Agate my rooster who fell first. I continue to fight for my girls with what I managed to obtain in antibiotics before the fed closed access forever and I'm hoping to heaven 200 doses of doxy-tyl is enough for a lifetime supply.
I have never needed to euthanize an animal with my own hands until this last week. I have honestly hated so much of life this last month. My birds being sick are only one piece of that puzzle but there are not many ways left to rend my heart asunder.
I finished this today after a long period of depression. It hasn't ended. Things are happening at flock Ladd that are suffocating me with grief. I love my birds, I really really do. I had plans and hopes and dreams with them.
If I had known I could bring utter devastation home from a fun trip to the state fair I would never have gone, because the bucket of cookies and selfie with the boo on the ferris wheel isn't worth this. I would do anything to go back in time and not go. Or to go and come home to burn the clothes and shoes I went in and connect with Satan in the shower.
As my flock slowly succumbs to this mystery ick, while I wait for test results from the UofM veterinary pathology lab, I have had time to reflect on things and want this to happen to no one else. I walked in the house late, drunk on fair beers and passed out in my clothes without proper biosecurity measures and my babies outside are paying the price.
Rest in peace my beautiful baby boy Agate my rooster who fell first. I continue to fight for my girls with what I managed to obtain in antibiotics before the fed closed access forever and I'm hoping to heaven 200 doses of doxy-tyl is enough for a lifetime supply.
I have never needed to euthanize an animal with my own hands until this last week. I have honestly hated so much of life this last month. My birds being sick are only one piece of that puzzle but there are not many ways left to rend my heart asunder.