Everybody likes chicken

Ms. Donna thinks I should stop getting chickens.  She thinks it's cruel for me to take young chicks from the safe and happy place where they grew up and move them out here to our little no-chicken land.


I'm determined to have a flock. 
The gods of the world say 'f** yer flock', but who the heck are they. 


I have trimmed down once again to a bunch of youngsters that I am trying to help survive.  I have seven hens and a rooster but I'm still cracking store bought eggs.  All but one of the hens are really young.  Hope they survive till September and October so they can start laying. 


Chickens don't last long around here.  Sometimes they commit suicide; they have a tendency to get involved with the dogs. I know of people who let their dogs mingle with the chickens.  The dogs even protect the chickens.  That works well if you train the dogs when they are young.  We don't get our dogs young.  Our dogs are rescues.  We also keep some of the dogs separate from other dogs.  They fight.  If things were done my way around here we would simply let the dogs fight it out and they would soon create a hierarchy and leave each other alone but I don't make the rules here.  So we keep them separate from each other and they fight and we keep them separate from the chickens and they kill them.
People have told me that when a dog kills a chicken there's nothing you can do.  They say that dog will always kill chickens.  Bunk.  Depends on the dog.  I've had dogs get chickens and I've disciplined them and they now won't even look at chickens (live ones anyway). 
If I were the boss around here everything would work just right.
If I were the boss of the world everything would be perfect.  For me anyway.


I found a dead chicken and it looked like something broke her neck. 
I set a trap.  Caught a possum.  Next night I set the trap again and got another possum.  The opossums don't eat chickens.  They just break their necks. 
So I set the trap again the next night.  Got a raccoon.
Set it again.  Got another raccoon.
Set it again the next night and got nothing.  I guess they had the night off because I set it again the next three nights and got a raccoon on each of those nights.  I set it again last night and didn't get any.  Either yesterday was a day off or I ran out of raccoons.  I really doubt that we ran out.


Ms. Donna is gone.  Her mother broke her hip and she's been back home in Philly for quite a while taking care of her.  When a nurse takes unpaid vacation time to take care of someone it sucks.  There goes the vacation.


I stayed here to catch coons.
I can say that I'm doing a fine job.