I don't think I've ever been so easily pushed into the amount of anger and hurt I am in right now.
Mom brought home five cute and absolute chonks of baby chicks. As is usual with how we started with chickens.
However we didn't have a spot to put them and she didn't even fuckin think of that when she got them. So she fucking wants to put them with the chickens and have one, waffles, raise them! She's not even broody! She's barely starting get healthy from being broody and trying to raise two chicks already, which both had disappeared from her care so I don't know what the fuck she's thinking. It's a bird with the brain barely as big as a peanut and she expects it to react like a human? She's not gonna be a mother just because she sees chicks, she has to be in a brood to want to be a mom and even then you're supposed to sneak the babies underneath her.
So I fucking tell her that an you know what she does? She throws a fill out fucking tantrum to the point she tried to rip the box of chicks away from me to throw them in the trash!
The amount of disrespect she had for their lives just because I want to give them the best chances of life and little risk... just because I'm the one who's been doing all the research on chickens... just because she expects more from an animal than their own thoughts and instinct just because we can.
I have never felt more ashamed and disrespected just because I was rational about the amounts of risk she was gonna forced these chicks under...