I’ve mentioned this on here before but I think it’s the funniest thing – when we left Missouri, my dental hygienist took our chickens. Now that we’re leaving Texas, the dental hygienist is taking our chickens! I guess when I get to MO, I’ll have to make sure the dental hygienist has chickens. No, not true. I don’t think we’ll be getting chickens again. Vince was never in favor of that and he’ll be happy not having them. I’m just happy he was ok with me having them for the past 12 or so years.
I talked to the hygienist and she’s supposed to come Saturday and get them. Yes, there were more tears. Vince is so confused and probably a bit frustrated. As I’m sitting here bawling, I’m saying . . yes, I’m happy we’re moving . . but it makes no sense to him. He said “You cried yesterday about the tractor. You’re crying now about the chickens. Are you going to cry every day til we leave?” Maybe! Tomorrow I’ll cry when we take Rita to the vet. Thursday I’ll cry when we pick her up and I see her with her eyes removed. Friday maybe I’ll just cry so I can say I’ve cried every day this week! 🙂
You all understand, right? The chickens are almost like pets. Even if we were getting chickens in MO (we’re not), I’d not take these chickens but they’re going to a great home to a lady who takes good care of her chickens. They’ll be a bit confused at first but they’ll love it once they get used to it.
Without chickens, it’s going to be quiet around our house!