CottageMamaof3
In the Brooder
- Apr 13, 2021
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I just wanted to write a follow up to my thread about my dog killing one of my 6 week old chicks. I'm a city girl with a country heart and now in the hill country of Texas I'm able to realize my sweet dreams of having a cottage/farm.
After I watched my dog attack one of the chicks that I had so lovingly raised for weeks, only to have it crushed lifeless in a split second, I was taken back. The shock and devastation I felt witnessing the frailty of life left me a little dramatized. I took a minute. Cried. Called a friend, held the surviving barred rock chick then made a pot of tea and felt all sorts of emotion. A part of me was mad that I was even upset in the first place (it is only a chicken after all.) Then I took action.
I worked through my feelings by spending the rest of the day fortifying my chicken run, much to the patience of my husband and our three small kids. By the end of the day I was exhausted and fell asleep after my third panic attack of the day.
With each day that passes the sting of my chicken tragedy lessens. I know through reading article after article that at some point every chicken owner will experience a loss of bird in one way or another. I can only offer consolation through my own "city girl" turned country that I know I'll be okay because (through the comradory in this chicken community and my faith and trust in God) I will be okay.
A longer post than I thought but it's worth it, if only just to reassure anyone else out there who has gone through anything similar as a reassureance that we are not alone. It will be okay.
All the best! And God bless!
After I watched my dog attack one of the chicks that I had so lovingly raised for weeks, only to have it crushed lifeless in a split second, I was taken back. The shock and devastation I felt witnessing the frailty of life left me a little dramatized. I took a minute. Cried. Called a friend, held the surviving barred rock chick then made a pot of tea and felt all sorts of emotion. A part of me was mad that I was even upset in the first place (it is only a chicken after all.) Then I took action.
I worked through my feelings by spending the rest of the day fortifying my chicken run, much to the patience of my husband and our three small kids. By the end of the day I was exhausted and fell asleep after my third panic attack of the day.
With each day that passes the sting of my chicken tragedy lessens. I know through reading article after article that at some point every chicken owner will experience a loss of bird in one way or another. I can only offer consolation through my own "city girl" turned country that I know I'll be okay because (through the comradory in this chicken community and my faith and trust in God) I will be okay.
A longer post than I thought but it's worth it, if only just to reassure anyone else out there who has gone through anything similar as a reassureance that we are not alone. It will be okay.
All the best! And God bless!