Goodbye My Friend
Life on a farm can be so heartbreaking. My favorite baby chick (the runt) has died this morning. She was so special to me because while all the other chicks were getting bigger and spunkier... she remained the adorable baby always trying to keep up. She was like Ike on South Park.
The radio was coincidentally playing "Unchained Melody" when I found her. The baby chick must have just died because it's body was still warm.
I buried her under the same Oak Tree where Rocky and Rocksanne lay. I am sorry they never got to know one another.
This was the last video of my baby:
posted by Brettcajun at Wednesday, August 26, 2009
13 Comments:
I'm so sorry. We "luckily" lost our runt with both the chicks and the ducks in the first 72 hours, so it wasn't as difficult. Still, I find myself rooting for the little ones and I know its not easy when you find them after they've moved on. Hugs to you.
I could never live on a farm. Between all the animal attacks and deaths, I'd never stop screaming and crying.
Sorry for your loss... :-(
Ahh, you're seriously breaking my heart.....
I feel for you 'cos I'd be weeping buckets in the same situation. These little creatures are so delicate and vulnerable yet we know they experience the sensation of pain and possess the emotional need for survival and self-preservation. I'm with AJohnP above - even with my 2 pussies, every single day I'm dreading the time when they depart from me. But sincere cuddly condolences on the loss of your little'un, Brett.
Poor little runt.
You need to own a farm for ugly animals so we don't get so attached to them, through your blog. How about a Warthog farm?
Oh wait - even Warthog babies are cute. Damn.
*scratches head* I guess I'm gonna come across as a hard ass on this one.
When my family first moved to East TX, we started raising wild baby pigs. One particular baby pig discovered how to sneak in the back door at night and would crawl up in bed w/us. My dad swore we were letting him in until he caught the little runt trotting in the back door like he owned the place one night.
That pig grew up and provided the best damn pork chops one could ask for.
For everyone here bemoaning how sad it was, when was the last time you gave a second thought to the chicken (or beef) you consume from the store? Forming emotional bonds to animals we consume as food is kinda silly.
This is a sad day. You gave that little chick the best chance it could have to survive in this world. It was loved.
Man - I am so sorry. That really does suck. But you're a good man. You truly are.
Moby:
My chickens provide EGGS as food. I have never eaten the chickens themselves as food.
O. K. Moby, time to get back in your cage.
I am so sorry to hear of your loss. When I was a young man we raised a lot of chickens, for both eggs and meat. But that never stopped me from forming emotional attachements to them. They were all my friends. LOVE AND HUGS
She was a cutie. Oh well, at least it lasted longer than it's brothers did once their sex was identified and took the sshort ride into the grinder. Just sayin.
"Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened."
- Anatole France (French Writer, member of the French Academy and Nobel Prize for Literature in 1921, 1844-1924)
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated"
- Mahatma Gandhi (Indian Philosopher, internationally esteemed for his doctrine of nonviolent protest, 1869-1948)
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