Well. Now I feel terrible. We just returned from checking on the chickens and changing water. As usual, we spent a little time cuddling with them (also known as sneaking up on them so we can grab them and make them let us hold them), and they were their usual charming (sort of stupid…but sweet) selves. One of the BORBs that will be going to the 4H family tomorrow was eating from the feeder and I reached down and gave him a little pet…and he didn’t have a total meltdown. So I picked him up and held him for a bit and let him stand on my leg. He warbled and complained when I first picked him up, but then he seemed to calm down and seemed to enjoy being held and petted. He relaxed a little bit and sat down and let me pet him all over, but never took an eye off me. Before I set him back on the floor, I felt his little nubs on his legs and that caused him to complain a little too…but probably because we’d only been dating 5 minutes.
He calmly walked away and I looked out at Tom who was parked in the chair with his feet on the straw bale. Tom just said “He’ll be fine.” Because he knew what I was thinking. I was regretting selling them. Tom tried to reason with me about how it would be better for the flock, etc. but all I could think about was that I was the one that got them and now I was getting rid of them. That makes me feel bad. I guess I’m just really a little too soft. I worry about whether they’ll have a nice coop and the right food and if they’ll get their weeds that they love every day. I hope that I can trust these people who are taking them to be good chicken keepers. Even as annoying and aggressive as the BORBs are…I still raised them from chicks and I guess I feel a little maternal…even if they do peck on Vinnie’s head like they’re buff colored jack hammers. He probably had it coming, knowing him.
I feel like I’m betraying them a little. Like I promised to take care of them and then said “OH…Just kidding! I don’t care where ya go but ya can’t stay here!” UGH. Queen of the Rotten Chicken Keepers. QRCK. That’s ME.
Tomorrow, I’m not going with to shuttle the BORB’s to their new people. I sort of don’t want to know anything about it. Tom and Greg have to go to Illinois anyway, so they’re going to take them and I’m going to stay home. I have plenty to do here and I’ll help get them into the carrier tomorrow and wave good bye.
And then I’m going to lay face down on the sofa all day…because I feel GUILTY.
Why can’t I just be one of those people who doesn’t CARE???
Because I wouldn’t like me very much if I didn’t care.
Good luck guys, you’re jerks but I still love ya.