Today’s prompt for Song-ography is Brave by Sara Bareilles. I’d never heard the song, and based on the title, I thought I’d share Snickers and make a comment about being brave as he battles cancer. You see, he recently had another bout of infection and has been on antibiotics. He’s doing much better again, but I don’t know how much longer he’ll be here, but I will try to be brave for him.
Then I listened to the song and liked it’s message of being brave and saying the things you want to. So here it is. Don’t give me advice and don’t judge me. While most people I’ve met blogging have been awesome, there’s that very small group that make me want to quit blogging and Facebook both. I’m not talking about people I’ve gotten to know and trust and have long conversations with. I’m referring to the ones that judge and give unwanted advice and talk about you. For some reason, it’s generally about animals.
This is coming up because of my recent post on the chicken in the kitchen. One person left a comment about how they keep their birds in climate controlled facilities. That works when you are on a factory farm with thousands of birds. It’s cost effective to have heated buildings then, and I’m sure all of my birds wished they were on a factory farm for those few days. The next day this person asked others on Facebook what they did to protect their chickens in this polar vortex, and I’d like to think it’s because she felt bad about being judgmental. I did feel a bit better when the very first person remarked that they had lost a few, and nobody said they have a climate-controlled building for their small family flock. (As far as I read because I didn’t follow that post. I showed enough restraint not to leave a snarky comment.)
Dora Hen (not the kitchen chicken)
Another comment on my chicken post proceeded to give me advice on water and heat lamps, assuming I neglect my birds. They obviously hadn’t read the day or so before when I talked about the constant care I was giving my animals during the cold. As often as people give advice to use heat lamps, I never hear anyone mention the risk of fire. It’s true. The local news reported one fire department in the last week responded to two fires started by people trying to heat chicken facilities. One fire ended up burning down the neighbor’s garage, and I assume the chickens were killed. I nearly had a building burn down from a heat lamp once when I had new little chicks. But I digress into an explanation rather than the topic at hand, advice not asked for.
I really wonder if some people just search for blogs to leave comments so they can feel superior or start arguments. That’s not what I’m about. I share what happens on my farm, and no matter what kind of farm you have (factory farm to homestead), there are going to be losses. Most people just don’t write about them because they want to promote their kind of farming as the best and all others as bad. There is no right or wrong, despite what people may claim. There are pros and cons, and I’m simply sharing my life. Don’t judge it. If you don’t like it, simply don’t come back.
Really, I’ve had people write their own blog post on me, how I’m an animal hoarder and how some of my goat kids probably <shudder> end up in the food chain. I really wanted to suggest that person look up the definition of farming.
Casey and Myson
I don’t want advice either, for the same reason I don’t want to give advice. Advice is based on our own limited and biased experiences. I’ve never claimed to be an expert on goats (Millie is our resident expert, but she doesn’t like to share her knowledge), and I hate when people ask my advice.
I finally put a disclaimer on the bottom of my blog because someone that I told their goat definitely wasn’t bred if she came back into heat accused me of being wrong when I told them their goat definitely wasn’t bred. She’d aborted a fetus and then came into heat (acting in a manner they’d never seen before). It’s not my fault they didn’t know their goat wasn’t in heat. I hate giving advice and always suggest a vet first, but when they say they don’t have access to a vet, I hate not to try to help. Even then I try to be general because I don’t know about weather and food and other conditions.
I’ve had people give me advice before not to listen to the vet’s diagnosis because she was sure my goats had liver flukes. I polietely explained that we really don’t have to worry about liver flukes in my part of the world. Because this person had such a horrible experience, she again insisted I had to ignore the vets and it was liver flukes.
Other people tell me I should give this or that supplement. There are some things that you really shouldn’t give because too much can be as dangerous as not enough (iron, B complex). Heaven forbid anyone would follow the advice of the woman who told me it’s not hard to save a kid born backwards. Just hold it by the back feet and swing it in a circle. So some of the advice is bad and some doesn’t apply because of my different circumstances.
Then there’s the person who anonymously left a comment to tell me how horrible I was not to lock my goose in and have a vet treat her after being attacked by a raccoon. Sadly, some people don’t realize that your local vet is going to think you’re nuts when you call them about a bird. I do know this from experience because I’ve done it. That also means that I really was acting on a previous discussion with my vet. It’s easy to judge and make snarky comments anonymously or just on the Internet where it isn’t face-to-face. Don’t do it here.
Well, I’ve gone on long enough. Maybe someday I’ll get brave enough to tackle some of those other tough topics I have strong opinions on, things like factory farms, GMOs, animals, homesteading, etc. Sorry, Kathy, but you told me to be brave.
Sharing with Song-ography, Monday Mellow Yellows, Mandarin Orange Monday, and Blue Monday.