Long story short, my little family moved in to my mom's house this past year due to the economy. It isn't too bad, and it has helped out financially for all of us. When my daughter asked if we could get chickens, mom agreed that it would be fun. We had goats, a horse, rabbits, etc. as kids. Mom's always been a little on the 'daintier' side, if you will. The sad side of raising animals (deaths, injuries, etc.) were a little harder for her to stomach. It never really was an issue, because the kids and our stepdad did most of the farm chores.
Anyways, we got a shipment of 26 chicks from McMurray that was well, disastrous. 8 were dead on arrival, and 14 more died over the course of the next couple days. Dealing with that many deaths was rough on all of us, but again I think Mom had a harder time with it. My husband and I knew to expect some deaths, just not that many. We have four chicks left from that shipment, and 6 that we got at the feed store.
This was a couple weeks ago, and now Mom can't eat chicken. She says it looks to much like the chicks and it makes her sad. She doesn't get enough protein as it is, so I wonder how she can get over the aversion. Anyone else have a problem like this?
Anyways, we got a shipment of 26 chicks from McMurray that was well, disastrous. 8 were dead on arrival, and 14 more died over the course of the next couple days. Dealing with that many deaths was rough on all of us, but again I think Mom had a harder time with it. My husband and I knew to expect some deaths, just not that many. We have four chicks left from that shipment, and 6 that we got at the feed store.
This was a couple weeks ago, and now Mom can't eat chicken. She says it looks to much like the chicks and it makes her sad. She doesn't get enough protein as it is, so I wonder how she can get over the aversion. Anyone else have a problem like this?