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By: It’s a girl thing — Starving off the Land

It’s a girl thing — Starving off the Land — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 21:26:22 +0000

[...] something: we didn’t name our chickens. A few of our chickens, though, named themselves. Baldie, may she rest in peace, got attacked by a hawk and had a bald spot on her back for several weeks. Blondie has lighter [...]

By: Tamar

Tamar — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 13:56:24 +0000

Beth — The same thought (about the shells) occurred to Kevin. We may have to re-think our shell-crushing technique. As for eating, we didn’t. I’d heard from many people that it’s not smart to eat a bird whose cause of death couldn’t be determined. It felt like a terrible waste, though.

FW — When we schedule the seance, we’ll make sure to invite you!

By: Food Wishes

Food Wishes — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 01:12:28 +0000

Sorry to hear about the chicken. I’m sure you didn’t have anything to do with her demise. You really won’t know for sure unless one of those chicken mediums comes around.

By: Beth

Beth — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 20:48:22 +0000

Um, maybe it was the razor sharp shells! Wait, did you feed those before she expired? Okay, so the big question is, are you going to eat her?

By: Tamar

Tamar — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 13:30:48 +0000

Susan — A chicken swarm! In the Bronx! God, I miss New York. Thanks for the cheery news.

Krisitn — I think we’ve all had our moments with animals. I think kittens are pretty elastic, so I hope there was no lasting damage, either physical or psychological. Like cats need a reason to hate you.

Alexandra — People still sometimes lose children to strange diseases, and probably always will. A chicken is not a tragedy.

Jen — Brilliant idea about the headlamp! We do have one — Kevin got it when he went to Africa to climb Kilimanjaro. It even still has working batteries. I can count my chickens with both hands free! Thanks …

Katie — It’s funny how I only want to be just sad enough. Too sad, and you’re a maudlin idiot who’s got no business keeping animals. Not sad at all, and you’re a heartless brute who’s got no business keeping animals.

By: Katie

Katie — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 13:07:07 +0000

RIP Baldie. So sad.

By: Jen Yu

Jen Yu — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 20:59:20 +0000

I’m sorry, hon I really admire you for having chickens in the first place let alone caring for them. Not sure I’m at a mental place where I could take care of chickens and so it seems awfully tough to deal with the loss of Baldie. But you’re a tough lady. Don’t beat yourself up over Baldie.

Do you have a headlamp? They’re easier to slip in your pocket and allow your hands to be free. We got them for backpacking and mountaineering years ago and find we use them ALL THE TIME around the house, etc. If you don’t have one or can’t find one, lemme know. I’ll send you one. xo

By: Alexandra

Alexandra — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:59:32 +0000

Sorry to hear about your dead chicken! Imagine what it was like in pioneer times, when people not only lost chickens, but children to strange diseases.

By: Kristin

Kristin — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:56:38 +0000

RIP Baldie. I’m sure she had a good life no matter the cause of death. Certainly better than living in a battery hen house.
I thought I was doing my kitten a favour this past summer by letting him play in a paper bag (rather rare in the UK) on the landing when next thing I knew the bag was tumbling down the stairs with the kitten inside. Concussion? Hard to tell with a kitten, but I sure felt bad for a while.

By: Susan

Susan — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:31:51 +0000

I’m so sorry about Baldie, Tamar, and I understand your angst. Once, I came home to a more frantic dog than usual because I had forgotten to fill her water bowl and it was dry as a bone. It took me a week to forgive myself.
Maybe I can cheer you with a wildlife report from NYC. In the last two weeks, three coyotes have been spotted; two on the Columbia Campus and one in Central Park. A new red-tailed hawk couple is nesting on on the 5th floor of P.S. 9-4/188 on E. Houston Street and…best for last…there is a flock of wild chickens wreaking havoc in the Bronx. There have reports of up to 75 chickens scavenging for food and swarming like pigeons when someone throws crumbs. Is that a flock or a gang? I don’t know, but it is the Bronx. Feel better.