Chickens in Alaska

Alaska has all kinds of unique features.  It is (for the most part) a state that believes in the constitution and the bill of rights.  This is wild land, even around the major cities of which there is only a couple.  People up here don’t want to bother anybody and just want to be left alone to do their thing which is live the way God intended for us to live.

We do have a short agricultural season with our 24 hours of sunlight during the summer.  Kitty and I have grown some amazing tomatoes here.  There are those that raise their own animals for winter food.  If that sounds brutal to you, just look at where your store bought food comes from.  Thousands of chickens and cattle, all penned together, all receiving hormone and antibiotic injections that are ‘supposed’ to protect you.  Assembly line slaughter houses where employees now have to wear diapers so production is not slowed down.  That is brutal.  Home raised animals are treated much more humanely and are much better for you!

Here is the problem.  You have to know what you are doing up here.  You can’t just come up from the lower 48, buy some chickens, put them in a little pen that you call a chicken coop, and then call yourself an Alaskan.  We have too many of these foolish people here that do not have a clue what they are doing, then blame everyone else when their chickens die off.

My wife and I are experiencing one of these idiots right now.  I don’t normally get vindictive when I write, but today I feel like it.

The picture you see is of one of these idiots that decided to have some chickens as pets in the worst possible place to have chickens.  Bottom land next to the Tanana River.  We have foxes, badgers, wolverine, porcupine, linx, moose, and even an occasional bear down here in the low lands.  We also have raven, hawk, owl, and an occasional eagle that perch high in the trees waiting for an easy meal.  Chickens are about the easiest meal they can find.  Plus, they taste good.  Taste like chicken!

Well, this idiot neighbor of ours lost a chicken or two last week.  She decided to hightail it to our property while I was still in camp to bitch my wife out and accuse our dog, Ally, of killing her chicken.  Said she followed her home after the fact.  She even saw her red collar.

My wife is handicapped and happens to be dying.  She is in pain every day and probably won’t see the end of the year.  I was coming home the day this all happened, so Kitty wanted to get cleaned up for me.  When I’m not around she worries about being in the shower by herself, so she does a lot of spit baths.  Well, this day, she was back in the shower doing everything she could to take care of herself…for me!  She was feeling good.  Ally was doing exactly what she was supposed to do, she was staying right next to my wife watching and trying to help her.  They were in there for a couple of hours.  She felt good and had a couple of very good days previous to this.  Ally was still inside the cabin with her.  Then, the knock on the door.

This idiot came over yelling at my wife and falsely accusing our dog of killing her pet chicken.  She tried the intimidation factor with her not knowing just who or what my bush baby baby is.  She even threatened to have our dog shot but could show no proof whatsoever of our dog being on her property.  If you remember, she called out Ally’s red collar.  She even got that wrong.  Ally’s collar is brown leather.

Long story short, my wife has been in tears ever since this happened, and Ally is now tied up and has been broken.  From what I understand, her chickens are still dying because she is an IDIOT.

What this idiot doesn’t know is that we have absolutely no police protection down here.  The meth heads are coming out of their holes now that the snow is gone.  Ally, who knows everyone in the neighborhood, and knows who should and
shouldn’t be around, has already thwarted three break-in attempts on our property alone.  Cops don’t care about down here.  The feral dogs are still going to be around looking for her chickens.  The wild animals are still going to be around, looking for her chickens.  The meth heads are still going to be around, looking for her property.

Meanwhile, my wife and my dog are both suffering.  Lady, you have started something that you might want to figure a way out of.  You have threatened my family and I am pissed.  You might want to consider leaving your lower 48 ways in the lower 48.  This is Alaska.  It is a whole different world up here.  That dog and her buddy Cookie (that we hear constantly howling now) probably saved your pets from being eaten much sooner

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