Recently in the “What the hell is going on” household, Fife Senior suggested we purchase a chicken or two. First off, my days of farming are over, second of all things are not so hard that we should put chickens in a small cage out back so they can be scared to death or killed by stray cats, night animals and coyotes. No Fife, no chickens!!!
We have a good amount of space here but not for free roaming chickens. Oh my gosh, a chicken!!! They’re loud, their dirty and we don’t eat enough eggs to justify caring for it/them properly. No Fife, no chickens!!! Next thing you know he’ll want a milk cow.
J of A
We raised chickens when I was a kid and you are so right– they are loud and dirty.
Good grief! What next?!? My goodness, the guy is really starting to go off his rocker in a big way. Maybe you could remind him that you won’t be there to take care of the chickens and does he really think princess fife will bother and it will be all up to him and geez, we could go on and on. Uggh.
We hope he has the good sense to not get any chickens.
Thinking of yous,
Julies
Tricia,
Chickens stink and they’re loud but I think they’re adorable. But I still don’t want to raise one again. It can be gross from time to time.
Jaga,
What next? A goat to eat all his junk.
His daughter raises pigs and other farm animals in Ohio so I will not be shocked at all if I come home one day to clucking in the back yard. I would say I’m no longer shocked by the absurdity of this household but tomorrow hasn’t happened yet…..
I haven’t told him I’m moving because I don’t know when a good place will come through. It was suggested until I can get out of this hole I find myself a dorm room fridge and use that as much as possible. This way I don’t have to go out in his area as often. I can lock my area off from his and use my private entrance, use the cooking stuff I have back here like my George Forman Grill, crock pot, toaster oven, griddle, etc along with the dorm fridge. I should be able to limit my exposure to his highly triggering area once I get my hands on a small fridge.
Dr. D asked if a few months down the line I’ll feel differently about living here. I told him I hope not. I don’t want to forget that every few months things get so crazy I end up majorly stressed and emotionally, physically and spiritually weakened. He’s in support of the move, he just wanted to know if I’d end up forgetting how bad it gets here.
Austin
Our neighbors have chickens (at any given time they have between 8 and 12). They seem to like my house I guess because of our birdfeeders and the sunflower seeds that are on the ground in the woods. They poop all over my driveway. But I get to think I live on a farm, without actually having to care for them. Plus the chicken coop looks gross.
Chickens? Seriously? Chickens!
Blech – chickens are horrible. Surely there is a local ordinance against that in a neighborhood? Maybe that would deter him.
We can have chickens here. Just a few blocks down a guy has about 6 or 7 of them. I think Fife likes dirty. They guy down the street with chickens has them free roaming too but no way on earth do I want Fife to bring those things here.
It appears that there’s such a thing as virtual farming where you can raise animals and plant things. My friend told me last night that her crops are booming and her virtual profits are high. I then suggested she get out more. Perhaps virtual farming is what Fife should try. If he decides to bring home a chicken it’ll go just fine with the ass we already have. Maybe they can play together.