As the matriarch, I
work in the morning to get the resources needed for the family to
have at least one meal each day and I am not above killing the
neighbors' chickens if I have to. Today, I have to. I am not not
proud of this fact, but it keeps the family going, at least for a few
more days.
With three hungry
offspring and a partner that works the overnight shift, it is up to
me to keep them all fed during the day. When you have triplets to
care for, every day brings with it a new dilemma. On the edge of
starvation and not one friend in the neighborhood to offer me any
help.
Read the rest in "Chickens, Hawks and Grump Goats: Five Years on a Farm"