tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post1899309697020746762..comments2023-07-17T23:10:02.228+10:00Comments on Discombobula: Chooky CasualtySuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-11771050994984909082012-11-30T02:04:11.209+11:002012-11-30T02:04:11.209+11:00I'm sorry, Susie! My sister and many of my fri...I'm sorry, Susie! My sister and many of my friends keep chickens, and I know how important they can become to people. I'm very sorry for this trauma. (The only reason we don't have chickens is the husky...no way to keep such a smarty from them.)ErinWordnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-7988833603745643542012-11-28T11:49:32.389+11:002012-11-28T11:49:32.389+11:00Funny, after you left this comment yesterday I cam...Funny, after you left this comment yesterday I came across it again in another blog post I read. It's a pretty profound but simple statement, isn't it.susieq777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-61484362431036738572012-11-28T11:48:37.360+11:002012-11-28T11:48:37.360+11:00Oh, that's so sad, Laura :( I wish we lived i...Oh, that's so sad, Laura :( I wish we lived in a vegetarian world :(susieq777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-57948629412641961282012-11-27T18:06:11.942+11:002012-11-27T18:06:11.942+11:00...any man's - or chook's - death diminish......any man's - or chook's - death diminishes me, because I am involved in Life...<br /><br />(adapted from John Donne)Harry Rileyhttp://twitter.com/MysticBritnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-55929430394833911792012-11-27T12:17:50.957+11:002012-11-27T12:17:50.957+11:00sorry about your feathered friend. one of our cats...sorry about your feathered friend. one of our cats met a horrifying end in the woods behind our home... our dog and teenage daughters found him... it was horrible. I miss him. We all do.Laura Hegfieldnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-13818359982171707642012-11-27T12:03:06.491+11:002012-11-27T12:03:06.491+11:00Hey, Urbs. What a shame the cat lady didn't j...Hey, Urbs. What a shame the cat lady didn't just have cats, instead of dogs too. Dogs are generally my favourite animal but my ardour has cooled a little today. I can't help it. But then what a hypocrite, right? I can only stand on this level of dismay at things killing other things because someone in an abbatoir kills the things that *I* eat!<br /><br />I heartily recommend chooks. The hens are called Isa Browns. They're one of the best breeds to get for egg-laying purposes. I'm still trying to work out the food situation, but I feed them pellets of some description every day along with ground-up (food processor is good) leftover veggies. They love sunflower seeds. Oh, and grit. They can do with a bit of grit in their food (tiny bits of rock) because they don't actually have any teeth, and so the grit grinds up the food in their stomachs in some way. I picked up a hen house much cheaper than the ones in Bunnings here (http://www.gumtree.com.au/s-ad/knoxfield/pet-products/chicken-coop-hen-rabbit-house-hutch-chicken-coop/1005700630). I guess McKinnon is a little closer to you but still a bit of a distance. Might be somewhere closer, pays to look around. Don't spend 400 bucks at Bunnings, that's for sure.susieq777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-80232853371219481302012-11-27T11:58:25.435+11:002012-11-27T11:58:25.435+11:00Wow, Sarah. What an amazing child. How often wou...Wow, Sarah. What an amazing child. How often would a child do something like that? Not very. It has Jesusey connotations, doesn't it. Maybe that's what the link is. Breaching the suffering. I have for long times actually believed that Jesus accomplished something by his suffering also. I am not quite so sure these days that I believe that anymore, though the door stands wide open in case it is true. <br /><br /><br /><br />That gap, between on the one hand grace and on the other cruelty. Is cruelty the opposite of grace? Quite possibly.susieq777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-48532016467264712132012-11-27T08:37:41.358+11:002012-11-27T08:37:41.358+11:00I am so sorry. It is hard to forgive nature for t...I am so sorry. It is hard to forgive nature for things that nature does that seem unbearably cruel. It is equally painful to see a creature you love behave in a cruel manner. <br /><br />I have no idea what one thing has to do with the other, but I have a childhood story to share, a true story that I have pondered in one way or another all my life. When I was in the third grade I found a paper bag full of tangerines in the coat closet, I loved tangerines, so I grabbed one out of the bag, peeled it and ate a couple of pieces quickly, leaving the rest of the fruit and the rind on the floor. Later the teacher demanded to know who was responsible. I was afraid to admit it, so we were kept after school, the person responsible would have to raise his or her hand and admit to being the culprit, else we all had to sit there in punishment. I was frozen with fear. A boy sitting next to me raised his hand and admitted to the evil deed. He was innocent. I was shocked. We were all allowed to go home. He had to write "I will not steal again" 50 times on the blackboard or some such thing, but he was smiling up there as we left the room, knowing I guess that he was a hero. I loved him then, and as I type this, and always will forever.Sarahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-54195378622386377742012-11-27T05:25:26.339+11:002012-11-27T05:25:26.339+11:00My folks had chooks that used to roam the nieghbor...My folks had chooks that used to roam the nieghborhood until the local cat lady's dog got to them. Very keen to get some chooks myself any advice?urbsnoreply@blogger.com