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Letters | A change of heart on chickens as pets
I am not particularly proud of what I am about to say. But I am going to say it.
I’ve been raising chickens for seven years, to present date, and I will admit, I learn my lessons the hard way. I’ve had more than my share of heartwarming experiences and heartbreaking moments, as well. I’ve seen a bloody massacre right before my eyes. When opening the coop one early morn, 21 dead chickens, side by side on the coop floor. The feeling of shock, anger and disbelief, then tears, and heartbreak sets in. I, trying hard to make sense of it all, could maybe understand something so hungry, or maybe babies to feed. What other choice would one have, than my chickens to eat.
The two biggest mistakes I made through the years: One, that these birds, I called pets. Two, each had names, for they were all unique in their own special way.
I’ve had to learn my lessons the hard way.
When or if I have another chicken limping towards me from the brush, I’ll let my better half shoot her and get it over with. That’s it! It takes some getting used to, I’ll tell you that. What’cha going to do? Part of life. Remember, once again, don’t name your chickens or have them as pets.