so our family has four chickens and we live in suburbia. we used to have coyotes here but they all left when the back field got developed and four houses were put in behind ours, so now there is no more open space...
tonight we were all up really late. the chickens usually put themselves to sleep and no one went out to close the gate to their coop, because there are no wild animals around here and it shouldn't be a problem...they usually don't wake until morning anyways. they literally waddle their way into their coop as SOON as it gets dark and sleep right away.
well at about 2.30 am, my older sister in the room next to the coop started hearing noises. my little sister and i sleep in the very next room over, but i didn't wake and neither did she. but then cassie [older sis] ran and got my mother, in the NEXT room from OURS, and they were freaking out about it. about that time, i woke up. what i heard was chickens literally screaming and clucking and flipping out really really loudly and it was scary as hell. they NEVER do that. i started feeling really sick because clearly, they were being massacred and tehy were all dying together...
but we flipped on the lights and banged on the window as my older sister looked out toward the coop on the side yard...she said she saw a black thing that looked like a coyote slink away out of the coop.
well you know what? that asshole coyote forgot to finish off one of them. cos that's all that's making noise now. my mom doesn't want anyone to go out there because we might get bitten. and so, a chicken dies alone.
i heard it die, all the sounds it made. at first, when it was just getting attacked, it screamed and cried and blubbered and it sounded like the devil was branding it. that's when i got sick.
then, now, the coyote is gone. it's laying on the ground, in its own blood and feathers, drowning in its misery as it goes to meet its maker or whatever it is that chickens do. and there is no one out there, no live chicken, no person, not even that sorry-assed coyote to bring it out of this world and into the next as it lays suffering and clucking feebly every ten seconds or so. for that's all it can do. begging for to die...
so you are asking, what the HELL does this have to do with ANYTHING. its the circle of life, no harm there...what does it mean to me, a suburban, whether chickens live or die? it HAPPENS. our effing fault. well those chickens sort of were the funniest thing ever. as much as i get annoyed with all the farm animals my mother loves, those were so precious and close to me that i find myself feeling sick and even sad. that wasn't really expected. actually, im very melancholy. and i don't know what to do.
my little sister is the animal person, and she is going to freak when she sees what happened in the morning for herself. i will end up massacist or however you spell it because there's a convenient brick wall right next to the coop, and punching it will absolutely make this death avenged. yeah. TOTALLY. but what else is there to DO about something alive suffering the way this chicken is? i hear it practically weeping, as if it had never wanted, never asked to be born in the first place. in fact, it would be better if it was on someone's plate at denny's. that would be easier.
i have to wake up in three hours to shower.
but this just makes me want to go crusading or something.
that conversation with a coyote would go like so:
Me: *in full battle armor* One of your brethren hast wronged one of mine. engage with me in a DUEL.
-Coyote: what the HELL are these freaks smoking...*runs away*
Me: come BACK you coward!!!!!! *waves sword and attempts to follow but ends up facedown in a ditch, curls up into the fetal position, and stabs self with a toothpick*
THE END
epic, ne?
well...............................
i can't sleep. i think the chicken just died.
death toll will come tomorrow...