Boondox
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- Joined
- Apr 6, 2000
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- Location
- Craftsbury Common, Vermont
- Tractor
- Deere 4044R cab, Kubota KX-121-3S
The chickens are my wife's thing. I hate their little poops all over the place. Sheep and dogs are my favorites. But part of being a husband is I need to take care of all the little disgusting things that gross her out. She had a broody hen that had been sitting on a clutch of eggs for a few weeks. Two of the eggs crushed, revealing feathered bodies of partially developed chicks. Today she handed me the last of the eggs the hen had been setting on, told me to get rid of it before it started stinking.
I hate waste, so instead of tossing it in the garbage I heaved it into the field across the road where some wild thing could at least make a meal of it. But when the egg hit the ground it cracked and a perfectly formed little chick bounced in the air. I immediately felt sick in the pit of my gut. The little bird was kicking in the dirt, still a couple of days worth of yolk to use up, but no way it was going to survive. I euthanized it, but am really bummed about it!
It's not about taking the life -- culling is part of farm life -- but I feel like I denied the little bird a shot at a happy life of free ranging. I know it's just a freaking chicken and would have grown up to poop on my Kubota, but that bad egg assumption was dead wrong...pun intended.
Ahem. Thanks for the chance to vent my feelings. Pete
I hate waste, so instead of tossing it in the garbage I heaved it into the field across the road where some wild thing could at least make a meal of it. But when the egg hit the ground it cracked and a perfectly formed little chick bounced in the air. I immediately felt sick in the pit of my gut. The little bird was kicking in the dirt, still a couple of days worth of yolk to use up, but no way it was going to survive. I euthanized it, but am really bummed about it!
It's not about taking the life -- culling is part of farm life -- but I feel like I denied the little bird a shot at a happy life of free ranging. I know it's just a freaking chicken and would have grown up to poop on my Kubota, but that bad egg assumption was dead wrong...pun intended.
Ahem. Thanks for the chance to vent my feelings. Pete