A Massacre, a Stroke and Death

So far this has NOT been a super week.

Monday my little dog killed all but three of my beautiful chicks. I was devastated. Everyone has been so supportive of my *chicken farming* venture, as Zach likes to call it. My dad, Bud and Zach worked very hard to build them a cool hen house. I am going to get some more chickens, but I’m looking at getting some that are 3 months old as opposed to getting actual chicks. I think it might be easier, and we’re in the heat of the best part of the year as far as riding goes. We’ll see. I found some in Florida, but it’s going to cost a small fortune for me to have them shipped. And I’ll be without any white ones, or the partridge color that I was growing so fond of. My poor birds! The good news in all of this is, that I know which dog to watch for when it comes to my chickens- and I have three wiser chickens. I think I need to get a mean rooster with big spurs on his feet to beat up my little dog so he’ll learn to leave the chickens alone. They had been doing so well and had been getting so big. They were fat and had the prettiest feathered feet! It only took the dog 30 minutes to kill 20 birds. Needless to say he’s not been in my good graces.

Some time this weekend my dad’s oldest brother, my Uncle Raub, had a stroke. Raub is 20 years older than my dad, the baby of the family of 8 biological kids; the ninth was adopted. He and his wife Mary live in the Texas Hill Country along with my dad’s third oldest brother Larry. Larry was found dead in his home yesterday. I’ll be heading to Manhattan, Kansas at some point in the coming week to attend a funeral. In case anyone is wondering, I’m freakin’ tired of funerals. People can stop dying at any time now!

I do have happy news and fun video to post too, but I needed to get all this ickiness out of my system first.