The Chicken Massacre

Here's an excerpt from my new blog, about being Amish and a Mom in Los Angeles - Momish. It's for people who like horses, farm life, and motherhood. And wish they weren't in the city. http://www.gomomish.blogspot.com

A few days ago, SOMETHING got into the chicken yard and ate 8 of our chickens. Four were only a few months old, more like nuggets, and the other 4 of course were the good layers. That's alot of chicken. I haven't even ordered that much chicken from Pollo Loco at one time. Somebody was hungry. Anyway, now I have to lock them in at night (there is a dungeon) and let them out in the morning. The bad part is, I was getting a little sick of chickens, and even thought of getting rid of them, and then the massacre. Did I cause it?? It's just that I would go into the yard and they'd RUSH at me, screaming like Beatles fans. Wheresthefoodwheresthefood - it was obnoxious. It was worse than my own kids. Anyway, all's silent on the chicken front now. The 5 remaining hens, they all look mutely terrified. They did see their friends swallowed whole. They're getting counseling. I believe the dog is conducting afternoon workshops entitled, "Why I Love to Eat Out of the Trashcan," which should help.

The sad remainder of the chickens (all 5, plus Dewey the horse) are in the first picture. In other Momish News, I'm learning how to trim Dewey's hooves which is really cool, to learn how to keep his feet strong and barefoot. It's my new farmer trait. I'm hoping to move DIE-rectly into overalls for the remainder of my life, leaning on fences and chewing on a piece of straw, while a pie bakes in the oven.