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Queen Elizabeth the first: Day 2 since injury I accepted that some of my animals might die when I took them into my care. What I didn't know is that I would be the one to do it. Not intentionally, but all the same.  Poor Elizabeth along with Montgomery and Hawthorne were all attacked by my dog. Unlike the two hens before, Elizabeth survived the attack.  How could I let this happen? I was aware when Hawthrone died (the first hen to go) that my dogs were capable of killing. Knowing this betrayal didn't fit right in my stomach but I pulled myself together and attempted to set some precautions in place. My family, however, didn't take my new rules too seriously. The only rule I had was simply, don't let the dogs out by themselves.  My family in return pined it on me. To "not let the chickens jump over the fence" and this wouldn't happen. I wasn't there when Montgomery got attacked, I wasn't there when Elizabeth got attacked either.

Where are my flock of HIGHSCHOOLERS  out there trying to get a job?! Cause that was me! and boy do I have some tips for you! A job equals freedom. It is the gateway to a car , money, and bragging rights. "Mom, I'm too tried to do the chores, I had a long day at work..." "Okay honey, I'll get your brother to do it." or "Okay honey, you can do it after you shower and rest." (I usually get the second one) Getting a job was the only thing I had on my mind, and when I turned 15 I tried to get one. Now I can definitely tell you the chances of you getting a job at 15 is like 15%, UNLESS you have connections, which you probably don't... so moving on. Aaaahhh... The luxurious age of 16. At this time you either have a car or you don't. If your like me, you don't. Time to start saving. Getting a job Businesses are fine with having teenagers work for them. The only problem is they would rather not be your first job ever. This can

Boy the stories I could tell you, the stories I will  tell you, but right now I'm going to focus on the positive side of having chickens. Especially my chickens. I'm starting this series to document the nooks an crannies to answer questions and help you get chickens yourself. I had wanted chickens for a very long time. So I was ecstatic when I convinced my Mom to let me have some. If you read my post about  How to Convince Your Parents to Get You a Pet , you would know how effective it really is. I used that technique to get me a puppy and since I already had a pet my Mom let me expand my best friend list.                 I had ordered four Plymouth Barred Rock hens off of mypetchicken.com. I actually got ridiculed online after a fellow homesteader saw my post and asked where the other 10 were. The reason I went with four is because I was afraid of my neighbors being disturbed by the noises of the chickens, even though the breed is suppose to be quiet. (fun fact: the

Can you imagine? Fluffy butts and slimy kisses. What a dream. What I'm about to tell you is full proof. Unless your parents hate every animal, this will work for you. I did it to my Mom and got this squish-able, soft hypoallergenic pupper. STEP 1: Find the Weaker Parent Let me give you some back story, my Mom is allergic to dogs. She loves dogs. Shes also allergic to cats, she hates cats. As you can see, first step is to find the weaker parent. As in who loves animals more and wants what you want. At this point in my life I wouldn't care if I got a Dog or a Cat. I went with trying to get a dog as it was more plausible. STEP 2: Hinting Personally, I have been hinting at my parents that I want a dog for 7 years. Hinting isn't whats gonna get you your best-friend, But hinting will make your parent think about it. Subconsciously filling the thought of having a dog in their mind. Its mostly used to get them used to the idea so it won't be a big shock when you

Have you ever wanted something? Like really bad? so much so that your intestine felt fused with your stomach and you couldn't breathe till you got it? Now imagine you have that felling right now. Picture it, hold it, feel the blood rush to ever inch of your body till your cheeks are boiling. I've had that feeling ever since I was little for the same thing. Its confusing how I can want something so much but be so afraid to scream it from the roof tops. I guess you can say its complicated. Even now I'm afraid it will slip out from under my tongue and create a nasty, bitter after taste that crinkles your face. What do you want to be when you grow up? For the longest time I would say I don't know. Then it flowed over in the 5th grade when 'I don't know' wasn't good enough, they needed an answer and my job career got molded into a veterinarian. They asked me what I liked and always ANIMALS got projected out of my mouth.  "oh, then you can be a