ACK.
Andrew is out of town. I am in charge of the chickens. On Saturday I went to feed them after work and the little white one had gotten its head stuck in the fence and broken its neck! It was awful. I was panicking because they are in this makeshift pen and I basically had to disassemble it to get in and get him out. I didn't want to do that unless someone was around so the other chickens couldn't get out. GAH. I felt so bad. He was attracting flies and the other chickens kept pecking at him.
Cara came over and helped me though. I had to cut the fence to get his head out! I am so not cut out for this shit. I'm scared to go and check on them because of what I might find every day! But I do it anyways. So far so good. Andrew gets back this weekend, I think.
Also, today when I went to feed them, a huge gust of wind came just as I was pouring the food and it blew ALL OVER ME. Down my shirt, all over my pants, in my shoes, in my eyes. Ugh.
Yes, not cut of for farm life. No way.
Cara came over and helped me though. I had to cut the fence to get his head out! I am so not cut out for this shit. I'm scared to go and check on them because of what I might find every day! But I do it anyways. So far so good. Andrew gets back this weekend, I think.
Also, today when I went to feed them, a huge gust of wind came just as I was pouring the food and it blew ALL OVER ME. Down my shirt, all over my pants, in my shoes, in my eyes. Ugh.
Yes, not cut of for farm life. No way.