chickens have an average lifespan of over 12 years.

12 years.

my little ones are not even 8 months old. they havent even lived out 10% of their noisy little lives. and it's all my freaking fault. i make one shitass owner. I shouldn't have encouraged jace in getting the chickens. i shouldnt have assumed that the farms would be willing to take them in. i should have tried to make them friendlier, less peckish. 3 roosters. even chicken loving people think roosters should just be eaten. just like that.

yes, they may just be chickens. insignificant, noisy, stupid chickens. but still. they have brains, however small, and hearts, which beat, which pumps their lifeforce through their fluffy little bodies.

this just feels so shitty. i know most people probably cannot understand what all the fuss is about. is it that incredulous to be crying over chickens? are they not living breathing creations of God? they do have characters, as chicks they provided comfort and a safe outlet of expression when i needed to talk to something that would listen and not judge.

whatever it is, these 3 little ones dont have much time left, i suppose. unless by some miracle, somebody decides to adopt them. is there a heaven for animals? sometimes it's really so much easier to work with animals, to relate to animals. Dear God, please look after these 3 chickens, wherever they go. I know You have a heart for all your created beings, even the tiniest worm, and whatever it is, i admit my fault in this, but please please please just watch over them. and i thank you for my extremely tolerant neighbours. please also watch over dear angel-dog lord. and my family.

run dear vea, nestle dear gentle starburst and crow my fat friday. i'm sorry for being such a shitasss human. forgive me?