Abbie, Ziva and Toni were all hot young chicks when they arrived in my life. I had made a decision to adopt and raise these little girls as it was something I had wanted to do for quite some time now. I realized it would be a challenge, as I was older and it would take more effort than I was used to, but I knew I had done it before so I felt there was no reason I couldn't do it again. After all, Doug and Alayna were here with me and had encouraged me to do this so, I would have help.
They were only a few days old when they arrived at our house and we spent hours thinking about what their names were going to be once we saw them. We decided on their names and then set about thinking about their sleeping quarters, what room they were going to occupy and how we were going to keep them warm and cozy. It was real important to keep them warm as they had been in an incubator and were accustomed to a constant temperature and constant care since they were so little. Once we worked out their sleeping quarters we had to think about what to feed them and how to set up a schedule for their care.
Once they started growing up, we had to think about getting them their own room as they were getting too big for all of them to stay together in one small area, so Dough and I set about building them their own quarters. Once it was done, they moved in, and all the time I am thinking I have provided a wonderful place for them and they are loved and protected.
I came home today and decided to go see how they are doing only to find all three of them dead. It was a horrible discovery! Their heads were gone - their bodies open and desecrated. How could this possibly have happened? What could possibly have done this horrible thing? I may never know and it really doesn't matter because the deed has already been done and knowing what or who caused this will not change the fact that they are dead.
All I know is that we ARE responsible for everything that happens to us in our lives. I know that I did not protect them as well as I thought I had and because of that, my chickens are dead. It is something I will have to live with and so will the rest of my family.
Thank you for letting me share my grief with you.
From Me 2 You Online,
Laurie Brand
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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Well written story. Good suspense. It is interesting that some chickens are for eating and we don't give them a lot of thought, but once they become pets, they enjoy the status of friends, whom we would not ordinarily eat.
One thing intriques me. How could you not know the guilty party? Were they indoors or outdoors? Are there racoons or foxes in the area? You must have some suspicions?
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