And did I mention that the chicks are dead? That I found them this morning? Stresses me because my son doesn't need this. My husband should have put them in the bin where they would have been safe. I'm sure that the roosters killed them. It's...heartbreaking. Not because I have such a great affection for the chickens but because he has these things that he wanted but doesn't really want. Yet accuses the kids and I of not taking care of our dogs and cat. Really? Kinda harsh considering that his chickens numbered nearly forty and now there are six...including three roosters.
That made my day harder. And it was already hard.
So there.
grace.
That made my day harder. And it was already hard.
So there.
grace.
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