{"id":9163,"date":"2019-04-05T23:34:56","date_gmt":"2019-04-05T23:34:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=9163"},"modified":"2019-04-05T23:34:56","modified_gmt":"2019-04-05T23:34:56","slug":"sad-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=9163","title":{"rendered":"Sad Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I told you about my baby chicks in the last post and today I have a sad thing to tell you. My Auracanas did not make it.\u00a0 They looked a little puny after a day and yesterday one of them just sat and did not do anything and this morning the second one looked unwell.\u00a0 I knew it was just a matter of time.\u00a0 David, as usual, took care of the bodies for me, like he&#8217;s done ever since we&#8217;ve been married and I have had pets.\u00a0\u00a0 He&#8217;s less attached than me.\u00a0 Sometimes you get sickly animals when you least expect it.\u00a0 We had a dog once who was always nervous. She was scared of her own shadow. When I&#8217;d walk her, she would shy away from\u00a0 mailboxes. We always wondered if she had poor eyesight or some nerve condition.\u00a0 And one day she just up and died. No warning or anything.<\/p>\n<p>Growing up on a farm there was always the chance of an animal dying. We had cows, pigs, one sheep, a horse, chickens, ducks, guineas, rabbits, dogs and cats.\u00a0 There was always the chance of one of them dying or being part of a, ahem, meal.\u00a0 So we learned early not to get too attached to the animals that were our food.\u00a0 We did have one bull calf we named Penny because he was a beautiful copper color.\u00a0 I helped hand raise him and he grew up big and strong and\u00a0lord over all the cows.\u00a0 But he was destined to be meat for our table and one day, the man who did the butchering, came to our house and shot him and dressed him for my father.\u00a0 I stayed in the house all day and cried.\u00a0 I vowed I would never eat any meat my mother cooked from him.\u00a0 Long story short, my appetite got the better of my sadness and I did help eat Penny. But I still remember how beautiful he was. If this disturbs some of you, just remember that was and is farm life.\u00a0 Most people don&#8217;t get to see where their food comes from and vegans would never have eaten Penny, but I was not\u00a0and have never been a vegan.\u00a0 We raised our own vegetables also so I know where they come from, too.<\/p>\n<p>Boy, did I get a long way from the death of my baby chicks.\u00a0 I guess it&#8217;s to say, it&#8217;s the circle of life. Some live longer than others, just like we humans and we\u00a0feel sad about it, but we go on\u00a0and maybe I will get more baby chicks in the future. I still have four of them that are hale and hearty and I hope will grow up to be good layers. I just\u00a0won&#8217;t have\u00a0blue eggs like I\u00a0was hoping for.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe you have a sad tale about a pet or animal you loved.\u00a0 \u00a0If you grew up on a farm, like me, you probably have several tales to tell. Bye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I told you about my baby chicks in the last post and today I have a sad thing to tell you. My Auracanas did not make it.\u00a0 They looked a little puny after a day and yesterday one of them just sat and did not do anything and this morning the second one looked unwell.\u00a0 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9163","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pets-i-love"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9163","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9163"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9163\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9165,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9163\/revisions\/9165"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9163"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9163"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9163"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}