u/Independent-Gate-541

Today is a heavy day. I’m writing this to share a journey that started when I was just a kid. Back then, chickens and roosters were the most exciting thing in the world to me. No matter what was going wrong, watching them made me forget every sorrow. They were my peace. But as life happened—parents' rules, moving, and time—I had to let them go.

About 10 years passed. Recently, I found myself at the lowest point in my life. I was struggling with deep anxiety, depression, and a total lack of joy. I felt lost. Then, one day, I was walking through the market and saw him: a massive, blood-red rooster with a perfect rose comb and a shimmering black tail. It felt like an electric current hit my body. For the first time in over a decade, I felt a spark of pure happiness.

I didn't have the money or the space at that exact moment, so I begged the seller to hold him for me. When I came back the next day, he was gone. Someone else had bought him.

I was devastated, but that moment woke something up in me. I realized that part of why I was so unhappy was because I had lacked this connection for so long. I decided then and there: I’m bringing chickens back into my life.

I started with a pair. The hen got sick, so I had to sell her. Then the rooster got sick, and I had to let him go too. But I didn't give up. A month later, I brought home three hens and a rooster, later adding one more hen. They were my world.

But reality hit hard yesterday. A predator took my beautiful white rooster.

I’ve realized I’ve been forcing this to work in a place where it just can't. I live in an area surrounded by predators, and I don't have the space or the proper setup to keep them 100% safe. Every day is a constant state of fear—for me and for them. I can't bear the thought of watching my hens get taken one by one.

So, I’ve made the hardest decision yet. Instead of buying a new rooster, I am going to sell my hens and end my flock.

It breaks my heart, but I have to be realistic. I’m choosing to focus on my career and my future now. If life allows it, and if I’m still around 15 or 20 years from now, I promise myself this: I will build my own house on my own land with a secure, predator-proof setup. Only then will I bring my roosters back.

Until then, goodbye to my lovely birds. Thank you for bringing color back into my life when everything was grey.

Yesterday, I posted about how a jackal took my white rooster. I didn’t actually see it happen, but I heard the hens making a lot of noise, and by the time I got there, the rooster was gone. I searched everywhere but couldn't find a trace of him.

Today, I decided to do some investigating of my own. I searched the area around my house to figure out what had actually picked him up—whether it really was a jackal or something else. I was suspicious because at the exact spot where he was taken, there wasn't a single feather left behind. I was shocked; how could a predator grab a rooster without leaving any feathers? Plus, I never heard the rooster cry out—only the hens. It was as if someone had instantly grabbed him by the throat to silence him.

During my search, I found some evidence. First, I found a few scattered feathers under a tree some distance from my house. At first, I thought he had been eaten there, but there was no blood. I kept looking and eventually took a different path back. That’s when I found new hints leading in a completely different direction. I followed them to a thicket where I found a large pile of feathers and a significant amount of blood.

realized then that this wasn't the work of a jackal. It was almost certainly a large eagle or a massive hawk. It had cleverly snatched my rooster and flown in one direction to confuse me—dropping a few feathers there as a distraction—before carrying him off to a second, more secluded location to eat.

These "sky evils" are incredibly cunning.

I don’t even know how to put this into words, but I needed a place to vent. Today has been one of the hardest days. I lost my favorite rooster to a predator attack (jackal), and I’m struggling to process it.

Being a poultry lover, these birds aren't just animals to me—they are part of my daily life and my routine. I spent so much time caring for them, and seeing him go like this is devastating.

He was more than just a bird; he was my favorite. I’m going to miss his presence around the house so much.

Rest in peace, buddy. You’ll be missed.🥺

I don't watch many movies, but I think I'm definitely going to watch this one. What do you guys have to say—will you watch it?

expect the unexpected 😁

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