My choosay, that is. :( First there were 4. Then there were 3. Then they got taken to a farm to live. Then I insisted that they come home. (They came home with poop stuck to their butts, for what it's worth.) Then there were 2. Then there was 1. One lonely choosa. It's the yellow one thats left. He's the strong/fast one anyways. Poor choosay, probably got eaten by some bird or something.
Poor lonely choosa. I put him in the cage so he doesn't get eaten too. He's been flying around the cage all upset and trying to break out(and he did break out successfully once.)
I think when my husband comes we are going to have to buy more chickens(because the main point of buying the choosay were to 1) replace the husband(since their dying off so quickly, does that mean the husband is coming sooner? I kinda hope so!) and 2) so I can slaughter and cook them when he DOES come. A welcome home gift.
Poor lonely choosa. I put him in the cage so he doesn't get eaten too. He's been flying around the cage all upset and trying to break out(and he did break out successfully once.)
I think when my husband comes we are going to have to buy more chickens(because the main point of buying the choosay were to 1) replace the husband(since their dying off so quickly, does that mean the husband is coming sooner? I kinda hope so!) and 2) so I can slaughter and cook them when he DOES come. A welcome home gift.
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