Well, This Is Cool.

I really don’t know where to talk about this so I’m going to tumblr. We have had 6 chickens for the past year we had them since they were just babies. We raised them, we loved them, we got to know all their personalities. They are our pets. Minnie was our baby, it took her so long to grow and we watched her grow from the size of a tennis ball into a chicken that was bigger than the the rest of her flock. She was always shy and distance but so sweet and listened very well. She was a follower to the rest of the hens because she knew she was the runt for the longest time but even as she grew past the other chickens I don’t think she knew how big she actually was. She was beautiful and grey. I remember meeting her for the first time, so fragile. Unlike Henny who was probably our oldest chicken. We always assumed she was because she was larger than her sister in size and the calicos were the oldest in age when we initially got them. Henny was always distant, even as she grew but something changed. When Mickey grew up, our rooster, Henny became his right hand lady. They were inseparable. Where the rooster went Henny followed and vice versa. Henny was always the first to food, always fearless. She was strong and beautiful. We raised these chickens, we had six chickens and now we only have four. We only have four chickens because you could keep you dog on it’s leash. Two of our chickens are dead because you could keep an eye on your dog. TWO WEEKS YOUR DOGS WERE ESCAPING AND YOU NEVER DID ANYTHING TO FIX IT! Never chained him up, never watched him outside. No, you thought it was okay to leave him outside with your other three dogs, within your fence that has MULTIPLE holes, and LEAVE FOR TEN MINUTES! Because you left for ten minutes two of your dogs got out, LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN DOING, attacked OUR PETS, KILLED OUR BABIES, and YOU couldn’t find them four two hours and they not only killed our chickens but killed another person’s WHOLE FLOCK AND THEIR DUCKS. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED. No amount of money can make up for the damage you caused, no amount of apologizing, nothing can bring our babies back. It’s your fault. It’s your fault. It’s your fucking fault. My poor babies are gone. My defenseless chickens were murdered by your dog that YOU could not keep your eye on. There was ways that YOU could have prevented this. This is YOUR FAULT.

Is a glass of wine worth the headache I get with it?