"Human Error" sounds so much better than the alternative:
You're a stinking moron.
I was in a rush yesterday evening to finish up barn chores early as I had several things going on aftwards, away from home. Ran the goats into the barn for their PM grain rations (and even though it was two hours early, they still act as if they're half starved), forked out some hay, tossed a scoop of scratch out to the chickens, fed the Cornish & Barn Mutt chicks their dinner and filled their water container, gave Pan his bowl of grain & flake of hay (godalmighty doe he stink!!) drove up to the other barn to feed and water Ms. Melman and Nugget and was slinging gravel as I peeled out of the driveway.
Paul got home later than I did so I asked him to close up the chicken shed on his way in.
And since I didn't shut up the chickens, I didn't notice that I had left the still half-full 5-gallon bucket of water in the chick's pen.
So this morning I let out the chickens, open the barn door to the chick pen, and see one of the Barnyard Mutt chicks had fallen in the bucket and drowned.
Crap.
Another life needlessly ended on account of Human Error, I mean, because I'm a stinking moron.
Accidents happen. Don't be too hard on yourself--you won't do it again. :)
ReplyDeleteTo error is human... don't beat yourself up to bad.
ReplyDeleteIt is impossible to remember everything. How nice it would be to have a quiet, orderly life where you had LOTS of time to think of everything and make sure that everything was done perfectly. NOT going to happen, believe me. It is sad to lose anything on the farm, but it happens.
ReplyDeleteYou are not a moron. We're all trying to do TOO much these days and every now and then, we fail. But it does make us try to be better in the future. I guarantee you will remember the lesson and learn from the mistake. Coulda been a lot worse. We've all done something like that.
ReplyDeleteSending you hugs!!! There is just too much to do, and not enough hours in the day to do it. We just do the best we can...
ReplyDeleteDon't beat yourself up, s**t happens.
ReplyDeleteLook on the bright side: it was just one chick!
ReplyDeleteAs much as we all have to do these days I am surprised more things like this don't happen.
Thanks all for your virtual pats on the back. Yeah, I know, it's not that bad, it was just one chick. But you know what I feel the worst about? It was one of the funky colored black, brown & white mutts, and the whole time I was thinking (besides being a moron) was that why couldn't it have been a plain looking chick or one of the creepy meat Cornish that drowned. Although there was no way in heak that any of the Cornish would have made it up that high to perch on the side of the bucket. I'm a chicken racist I guess. Call the NAACP (Nat'l Association for the Advancement of Colored Poultry) on me.
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad; at least you didn't do it on purpose. When we got our first ducklings, many years ago, I gave them a nice kiddie pool of water to swim in. How was I to know ducklings can't swim?? Oy. I won't even detail the whole "mouth to bill" resuscitation attempt.
ReplyDeleteFeel better now? :)
((hugs)) I felt the same way about losing my black copper maran rooster (racist, I mean.)
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