I have found a lot of joy watching Valerie's chickens grow up.
The joy ended today.
Valerie called just to share her depression with a fellow chicken lover.
Two stray dogs came and tortured or ate all of our grown babies while they were home alone today.
I feel like I am stuck emotionally in a chicken holocaust.
Not to mention the loss of the future farm fresh eggs.
The chickens just didn't stand a chance.
Especially since Big Mama who ended up being Big Papa had already been eaten by the humans.
God bless Valerie while she cleans up the feathers.
And every time in the future she hears the joke that begins with "why did the chicken cross the road", she won't be able to stop herself....
"to run away from those mean dogs."