#I guess Anon wasn’t here when I couldn’t find baby yellow and she slept outside
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
I know that anon doesn’t mean total ill but chickens just have a death wish. Paella has managed to hang herself by her neck and by her leg. Separate occasions a year a part. Everything thinks chickens are delicious and they’re incredibly good at getting sick and hiding it. It’s sad every time I chicken passed but I can’t muster the same energy on a hen I wasn’t very close to as I can with a house chicken or one of my friendly girls who sits on my lap and demands pets. You become a bit numb to it.
#I guess Anon wasn’t here when I couldn’t find baby yellow and she slept outside#and I tossed and turned all night scared for her#or ran through the woods for hours looking through her with a flash light in the rain#I get it - it sounds cold to say ‘well she’s dead’ but#birds evolved to fly so they could crash into the ground even harder
62 notes
·
View notes