Zombie Apocalypse Chicken Owners

From under the bed of Tarma Shena

To Whom it May Concern

I was scrolling through the book of faces, sipping my coffee and minding my own business, per my normal morning routine.

When I was notified that someone had mentioned me in a comment.

Not so unusual, and it's a flip of the coin if it's good or bad, so I figured let's go see what they had to say.

Someone on a chicken group was looking for information on adding an lgd to their farm. My kennel and my group were mentioned as a source of information.

Me being me I commented that if I could be of any help please feel free to reach out.

Here is where it goes sideways. (I've ordered sage but I'm not sure it will get here in time.)

In order to comment I had to become a member of the group. We should all know better because it's like putting in your email address to get 5% off your order and knowing that they are going to hound you for the rest of your life to order more things. Possibly even sending solicitations to your family generations later.

The group has thousands of chicken owners, pet chicken owners. Now I am not opposed to pet anything because what you do and pay for is none of my business and nobody asked my opinion on chicken ownership, they asked me about dogs. Dogs I know.

I also know me and I know I do not belong on a group with thousands of pet chicken owners who take their birds to the vet and comment every witch-doctor remedy they've ever read about all while simultaneously contradicting every other comment.

I did try to chime in on a post asking about ivermectin and farm dogs but there were hundreds of comments about the dangers/safety/usage/dosing of ivermectin and I'm pretty s morsure the OP still has no Idea what to do because last I looked the contradictory comments are still rolling in. I know better than to try to go against a crowd like that, it's how people get pushed in front of subway trains.

I digress.

I asked Lord Z to remove me from the group because that is the best thing for me in a case like this.

"Just walk away, Tarmy"

Unfortunately the current alignment of the planets, or the barometric pressure or something is causing a problem because every time I try to leave the group it tells me something went wrong and my request cannot be processed at this time. I'm starting to get a mob/hotel California type vibe.

In the meantime there are more posts from that group listed in my feed than any other group I belong to. I don't know what algorithm has decided that my lack of interaction equals a desire for more but the horror hasn't ended there.

Thinking I had more friend requests than I actually have friends at the moment. And guess what, we all have ONE GROUP in common.

It's the zombie apocalypse of pet chicken owners and they all want to be my friend. Those of you who know me, or have been following me for any length of time, (like a day) know that this is a nightmare of monumental proportions.

I am going to go board up the doors and windows and order more sage. If you know of any other remedy please ship it to me immediately I'm afraid to go outside and forage.