The Emotional Rooster

                                                                              2017

This year I had gotten geese around February.

To hopefully help with mowing when they are older.

As the months have passed. It had come to September.....

I would like to tell a tale of my nutty chickens. You see, I have two greenhouse left over from my fathers parents. I used to help grandma grow all sorts of plants. But, as my grandparents had passed, the greenhouses were left empty.

For a very long time. Even so far as 15+ years ago I had been itching to get chickens. Yup chickens. The roosters/males and hens/females. Like an instinctual pull to become more self sufficient for the future, and for my family, and children's future when the time comes.

I had chickens when I was 9 years old. Barely remember it. Except for having the worst luck keeping them alive outside. Because of coyotes and wild cats and foxes. My mother hated it and quickly got rid of them all.

Then there was another time years later. When I was 16 I think. I had gotten a few chickens from tractor supply. So we could have fresh eggs for my family. I even made sure that half of them were bantams so that they wouldn't take up too much space. At the time one of the greenhouses were empty. But I still had to wait till they were old enough. So I put them in the garage of our family's house. As we never really parked the cars in there anyway. Having bought a large water trough to put them in. With plenty of food and water and heating. They had been some of the most considerate birds I have ever had. Only talking in quiet sweet almost sing song tones. I made sure to keep it really clean. They were truly awesome to watch. It only cost me 11 to 12 dollars to feed them for a whole month and a week.

Then my mother started complaining. Telling me to get rid of them and that it cost too much. And that they were stinking up the garage.

Which wasn't true. And I was stubborn. It was only another month or two after she had started complaining. When it came time that my chickens were almost ready to go into the greenhouse. I brought them out into a cage so I could clean out the garage and their bedding. One of our families dogs sadly broke into the cage as they some how got out. Right when I went to drop off the garbage bag inside the house. I came out and all of the chickens were running around in the yard. With the two dogs chasing a few. I was only able to catch one of them. A lovely golden hen I had named, 'Big Mom'a.' As she had been the only one, when she was younger, who had fallen into a pan of oil my dad left out. Somehow flying out of their trough.When I had bathed and dried her. She had turned out to be the softest, biggest, and fluffiest chicken of them all. Who actually watched out for the others. But over the course of the next couple of days. All I could find of the other 5 chickens that had disappeared, was their bodies, or feathers. Big Mom'a was the last. I couldn't bare seeing her being alone all the time. So I found her a home with our neighbor. Who raised her with the rest of his hens.

I had later found out that coyotes had gotten into his chicken coop. And she was also the last survivor. As she had gone broody (wanting to hatch eggs) a couple days after the attack. Our neighbor saw this and quickly got hatching eggs. Sneaking all 26 under her belly one night and taking out the non fertilized ones she had been laying on. A month later and every single one of those eggs had hatched. And Big Mom'a got her wish to be a mother hen.

I think he still might have her to this day.

It was one or two years after that, that my mother divorced my father, and left us. As we had lived on 48 to 50 acres. With an old barn, two greenhouses, a small natural pond plateau that would fill up every other year, a front house that my grandparents used to live in, and the back house. Which had been designed by my mother and bought & built by my grandfather and father. My family had lived in the back house. But, because of the divorce, we all had to scatter to find a place to live. As my disabled veteran father could not afford the bills for both houses. I had went with my mother. Only because we recently found out about her heart condition.

It was around the time that I had been going to collage. Having saved up for 1 1/2 years of random earnings to get a medium bird cage and 4 budgies. (small parrot like birds). I brought my budgies with me. And she seemed to hate it....

We ended up moving to an apartment near Walmart . 6 months later we moved again to a 'house for rent only' type of place. That had a nice back yard and was two blocks near a school. As I could not have chickens in town. I took care of my little budgies. Till my mother sold them while I went to church one day.

She moved out with her boyfriend and boyfriends two sons 8 months after. While I stayed in that place as my eldest sister moved in. Then she met someone 3 months after getting a job. And 3 months after that she let him move into the place I was renting. Nearly dying a couple of times because of him over the course of two years. I had no choice but to move as my body couldn't take it. I had only stayed to watch out for my sister...

My father said I could move into the back house. And I did, immediatly.

Ironically, a friend of my fathers knew a neighbor who was trying to find two of their hens a home. And my father told me about it.

And so I had two chickens within the first month of moving in. Finding myself getting 5 ducks and later 6 more chickens on the second month. That same month a stray, young male dog, had decided to stay on the property. Being skin and bone I could not ignore him. Quickly getting him food and water. He has ended up guarding the place and my dad and I. With me ending up naming him, Duke. With my fathers dogs teaching him how to hunt.

Those chickens were the most jovial chickens and ducks I've  ever had. Chasing mice. Toting bugs and mice around. Going nuts over the grass I'd bring them. One of the hens would hold a bug and chirp 'I got one. I got one. I got one!' as she would run. All the others would follow her around trying to steal it from her.

As it had only been 4 months since I had left that old apartment and were given those chickens. My eldest sister had shown up, up front where our father lived, as I stayed in the back house. She had brought the dog her boyfriend had given her; Keyco. She was in heat and ended up mating Duke. Having a litter of 3 on June 20th 2014.

In the middle of October 2014, the wind had gotten really gusty, and had blown the greenhouse door open. As Keyco had snuck out the door that morning and I had gone to get groceries. When I came back I had found the door open and her tracks all over. Only finding 1 duck, 1 of the hens that had been given to me, and 1 rooster. My missing 2 bantams having hid on the roof of the other greenhouse. I tried hatching 6 duck eggs in an incubator and only 1 hatched. Keyco somehow got into my room and killed it. My surviving duck in the greenhouse still trying to hatch unfertilized eggs as she had become hell bent on hatching them since her family of ducks had been killed. Hoping she would not become depressed. Sadly non of her eggs hatched.

In February of 2015 I had gotten immediately gotten 2 guinea to help protect my chickens and duck. Waiting till March to get two ducks, more bantams, and some standard sized chickens. Since my birds had become melancholy and very depressed. My duck that had given up on hatching the eggs, and had started just staring at the small pond, perked up rather quickly with the new arrivals. My two surviving bantams actually hatching out 3 of their own eggs.

Anyone who has ever gotten chickens comes to a turning point. To stop or to keep going.

Or as some call it,
                                          Hen Fever

Watching eggs hatch, and chickens laying them, and watching the chickens or ducks themselves are addicting.

And something about taking care of them is relaxing and rewarding all in and of itself.

And my mind went to planning.

Feed Consumption Ratio:
8 to 10 chickens = One 50 pound bag of feed a month.
13 to 15 bantams = One 50 pound bag of feed a month.
6 to 7 ducks = One 50 pound bag of feed a month.
6 to 7 guinea = One 50 pound bag of feed a month.
5 geese = Two 50lbs of feed a month. 1 goose=1/2 pound a day/15 to 15.5 pounds of feed in a month
5 turkeys = Two 50lbs of feed a month.

Depending on where you get the feed it will only cost you around $11, $12, $15, $19, $25 to $59 a bag.

Average Egg price in USA and online:
$1 = 3 chicken or bantam eggs (1 dozen $4)
$1 = 2 duck eggs (1 dozen $6)
$3 = 1 goose egg (1 dozen good luck, $36)
$1 = 1 guinea egg (1 dozen $12)
$5 = 1 Turkey egg (1 dozen good luck, $60)

Per Bird/Duck/Game fowl:
Chicken chick, $2.00 to $6.00
Bantam chick, $3.00 to $4.00
Duck duckling, $5.00 to $7.00
Goose gosling, $12.00 to $15.98
Guinea keet, $4.50 to $6.00 to $7.00
Turkey chick, $6.50 to $11.00 to $15.00

Best Foods for Eggs:
-Chickens,
Make the most nutritional eggs with half mixed seeds and half layer pellets, or just mixed seeds, or just bugs and grass and seeds from outside. Fruit and veggies.
-Bantams,
(some breeds are even smaller then the standard small sized bantams.) Normally are so small it needs to be partial broken up layer pellets and mixed seeds, or just the seeds, or bugs and grass and seeds from outside. Fruit and veggies.
-Ducklings,
Fish, bugs, plants, lots of water. Can have layer pellets when laying eggs. Can also have mixed bird seeds. So long as they do not have sunflower seeds, because they can not digest it well. Fruit and veggies.
-Geese,
Mostly grass. Not just the same grass. Needs to be at least 2 to 3+ different types of grasses. So they can have good egg production. And so they can get a little more nutrition from the different types. They can have bugs, frogs, fish, water plants like duckweed ect. Can have layer pellets for waterfowl. Can also have lots of mixed seeds. Fruit and veggies.
-Guinea and Turkey,
Lots of bugs, meat, grass, seeds. Can have layer pellets/game bird feed and the mixed seeds.

Uses,
-Duck eggs have a high fat content and sometimes more of the same stuff chicken eggs have. Are best used in breads, cookies, and dishes like that. Needs to be cooked at a lower temperature or it comes out rubbery. Is highly prized in bakeries because of a richer flavor.
-Geese eggs are highly prized in bakeries and large families.
-Chicken and Bantam eggs can practically be used for all cooking type recipes, and on its own.

If you are allergic to Chicken and Bantam eggs, you can eat Duck eggs.

If your allergic to Duck eggs you can eat Guinea and Turkey eggs.

If your having difficulty with nearly all of them you can eat Quail eggs.

Consistency flavor ect.,
Geese eggs are like a bigger version of duck eggs. Guinea eggs are like chicken eggs almost. And turkey eggs I have no clue. Probably like chicken or quail eggs. Maybe someday I might have a few turkeys.

So what breeds do I like most and which ones would work best with me?

It also varied greatly on how many eggs they may produce.

Ranging from 60 to nearly or sometimes even at 365 eggs a year!

What colored eggs do you like?

Green vs Blue

Brown vs White

Dark Brown vs Nearly Black

Plum vs Pink

Speckled vs Cream

Yup you read right, they can lay those colored eggs, and some varying in hues!

- Most eggs from chickens, bantams, and ducks slowly lighten the older the female gets.
- The color of the egg does not change anything except for the color and thickness of the egg shells.
- Not all eggs are created equal, they can be tiny, small, medium, large, jumbo, extra jumbo, and some funny ones called a 'fart egg' that do not have any yolk. A 'fart egg', is normally only lain when a hen (female bird) lays their first few eggs, or right after or before a molt.

It is rare but some female birds can lay more then 1 egg a day. I have one hen that likes to lay 2 eggs in the same day and skips one day then gives me 1 egg and skips one day then gives me 2 again.

I started doing my research. The best breeds for Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter.

Laying Periods,
In the USA
Standard sized Chickens and Bantams and Ducks - depends on breed, I am compiling a list.
Guinea - Start laying around the end of May to the end of August
Geese - Start laying near the end of January to April (normally 1 egg every other day)
Turkeys - Start laying around March to June

Oddity Of Quail,
They literally only have a life span of 2 years,
Normally laying nearly 1 egg a day their entire life,
-takes up to 8 to 12 boiled quail eggs to make a salad. That's how tiny they are.

Enough about my planning mind to be continued.... I have an Emotional Rooster

I got him a little while back. He was a frustrating one, the horny nut. All lovely pitch black with flecks of white scattered about. In my opinion, this breed of his was not really standard sized, or bantam sized. More like in between. The Ancona chicken breed reminded me of the stars at night. But they were annoyingly flighty and aggressive. Even raising a group of 8 of them with a bunch of others and handling them daily. Ranging from 180 to 270 white or cream eggs a year. Depending on which hatchery or breeder you got them from. Put two or more males together and they were aggressive with each other and the females. Out of 6 males only 1 was nice mostly. This is in a large greenhouse with a bunch of lady hens. As I have found out his breed was not for me. Ironic that I ordered 5 females and 1 male and got the reverse + some. Even though I fell in love with their feather coloring and the medium to large white eggs from the only two that turned out to be females in that batch. No worries, I separated the males and females before the ladies started or the males got horny.

Though one female was not too smart and climbed into the air vent, got stuck, and died during a heat wave. O.o Crazy. Though a sad day as I missed her eggs and her also wild bird like call. She was a very sweet hen.

As it were; Most of the males became dinner and dog food. Keeping only 1 male and 1 female. In 2017 I decided that I would love to have more females of that breed. Because I didn't fancy the other white egg layer breeds much...

The white leghorns looked too bone-y,

Brown leghorns look too much like Welsummers- I like the Welsummers dark eggs better.

  California white looked like they couldn't make up their minds and might make me dizzy in a flock,

California grey's and Barred Holland's look too much like the original breed, Plymouth Rock,

Egyptian Fayoumis are also a bit flighty too small,

Buttercup and Campine look too much the same, 

The Black Minorca are literally completely pitch black like the La Fleche and would overheat where I live,

Sumatra are a little small so no,

White faced black Spanish no,

Buff Catalana look too similar to the brown egg layer Buff Orpington,

I did think of the Blue Andalusian's but read they were flighty,

The 4 pound Norwegian Jaerhons are a little small,

Then the Silver or gold Spangled Hamburg. I somehow accidentally gotten a single silver Spangled Hamburg and she acts like a wild bird and sounds like one so no more of those. Too loud and flighty. Even if she lays lovely medium white eggs.

I did some how also end up with the 4 to 5 pound golden Lakenvelders, that are not too bad. A bit small and not as flighty as the other white layers I've had. Got me wondering about the other white egg layers, 

like the 5 pound Penciled Egyptian Fayoumis or the 5.5 to 7 pound cream or gold Brabanters with their funny head Afros. Sadly the afros can actually cause a lower hatch rate. Meaning more chicks could die in the shell before they hatch because of it.

-sigh- Why were they all so small? Only three or four of those breeds get up to 6 to 8 pounds

I had gotten the Lakenvelders around the same time as the Ancona chicks.

And those chicks reminded me of that very sweet Ancona hens. So I put my little Ancona rooster, 'Lieutenant' into the Aviary inside the greenhouse with my last remaining Ancona hen and a few other hens. In hopes I could hatch more females!

Thus it was not to last.....

That nutty horny rooster Lieutenant snuck out of the Aviary when I went in to feed them and back out.

Immediately he soon ended up bumping into my little Rhode Island Red bantam rooster, "Mister Sweets". Turning around in surprise and flaring out his feathers around his neck to look intimidating. Challenging, "Mister Sweets" to a mating rights dual. Intimidation style of course. Jumping around about three or four times. Keeping, "Mister Sweets" smaller body in front of him at all times. "Mister Sweets" unflaired his neck and backed away. Being one of the kindest roosters I have unless he's guarding his favorite female.

In a cocky air, my Ancona rooster "Lieutenant" started to strut in a slow casual manor. A small skip in his step. Deciding to go down the ile (middle of the greenhouse most walked between) and headed for the small pond (or mud hole my dad nick named it). Taking a tiny sip of the cool water "Lieutenant" turned his head and jumped in shock. Startled to find one of my female geese standing right there. She just turned her head gracefully and looked at him like, "what?". He moved towards her as if to inspect her a bit and she tilted her head. Giving him a small honk.

He jumped again, but this time flaring his neck feathers, to intimidate her, the goose. Giving her a slight tone in challenge.

I watched, near the front of the green house.

My goose brought her head back affronted with a slight tone in questioning. When "Lieutenant" bobbed his head and jumped towards her. The goose hiss at him. Angry that he would challenge her. She turned her head with a couple of honks to the other two geese behind her and stared "Lieutenant" in the eyes with a hiss. She opened her wings slightly. The other two geese quickly hissing and running to her side. She went to bite the end of his feathers in reprimand and all three of the geese started hissing at him. "Lieutenant" ducked and high tailed it with a sharp shriek. The three geese chasing him all the way to the other end of the greenhouse and into a corner. After a few flaps of their wings to scare him as he made sure to say clear of them.

I watched with great humor, as that one female goose gave him one last hiss and grumble, and the three shuffled as they slowly made their way back to the pond. The geese left him alone.

A little cow-tailed and humbled, "Lieutenant" started to wonder around after a little while. As I went to fill up the last container of food for them. I turned my attention back to him when I heard a ruckus from the hens. Apparently, "Lieutenant" had bumped into another bantam rooster. My sebright bantam, "Mister Seabright". Lieutenant was cocky, but Mister Seabright was a bantam rooster who refused to give up. They flared their neck feathers and jumped around. With Lieutenant just barely getting Mister Seabright cornered next to the large flower pot. When Mister Seabright had enough and flared his wings also. Scaring and startling Lieutenant who quickly backed away. Having lost this dance, "Lieutenant's" head hung low as he sulked. Making his way back towards the watering hole, the pond. And in his melancholy he forgot he had pissed off the geese. As the geese saw him coming and quickly hissed him away from the pond.

In an 'Oh shit' motions, "Lieutenant" quickly jumped and half flew and glided to the other side of the pond. Making one last jump to the small tree branches that hung low. Deciding to duck his pride under a wing and take a nap. He needed to keep a low profile for a while.

All of this took a little under 15 minutes. And I couldn't help but laugh lightly that my rooster challenged my goose. But I also wondered how in the world was I supposed to catch him to get him back in the aviary so I could breed the two. It took me another two more days before I caught him.

From A Friend

Residents of Clovis NM 

And Nearby Cities or States

If you meet a semi short woman named “Krista Nelson Speck”
Be aware the terrible tale of her,
She will act helpless, cry a lot, and might ask for a place to stay, and is a very heavy smoker.
Also tries to play mind games and acts as if your hurting her when all your doing is asking via text or in person if she is alright. She does anything and everything to act a victim when texting. In person she tries to hide it and acts kind then upset or angry like a child.
Has a huge history of drug abuse.

Don’t get me wrong, sounds terrible just typing it. I have high functioning aspergers. So all of my senses are heightened, smell, taste, hearing ect. At the time that I met her, I did not smell anything bad coming from her except for the fact that she smokes and needed a shower. I got to know her a little over the course of 5 visits as her birthday (which she is 15+ years older then me), and friendly hello from on the bus, and as a neighbor with food and conversation. And pardon, do not get your mind in the gutter. We are both females and I am very much straight. I had let her stay as a guest at my home that I returned to, initially agreeing that she could stay for only 3 or 4 months tops, and I had sadly given her my word that I would let her stay till she had her stomach surgery that was coming up soon. She had moved in on February 5th, 2017

Before she moved in she knew,
-that my dog had had pups
-that I am disabled
-that if she stayed she is not allowed to smoke inside the house (that includes the garage and basement) or near the house and that if she did smoke she has to close all the windows before she does (wind changes) because I am extremely allergic and have a bad asthma attack around smokers.
-she could only stay if she had my fathers permission and my own permission
-and that 3 to 4 months was the limit to how long she could stay, because shady companies have my families lands stuck in the courts (since my grandparents died somewhere around/near 2007-8or9) as they are trying to steel my families lands since my grandparents passed away and that the shady companies will try to get us kicked out/drag us out of our own homes at any time.
- that the front and back house (my families homes) were considered a safe house, meaning that we have to know ahead of time if she has someone come over and we have to meet them before they do, and that we have to know when she leaves and how long she will be gone. So we know that the people coming or going are not thieves (as we have had happen before) druggies (as we have had to chase off before) or were spies or squatters trying to get onto the property (as we have had happen before because of the shady companies/banks and old friends of my mothers sisters children’s friends trying to pull a bunch of crap) ect.
-that I and my father live in two different houses. The front house and the two story back house. Not an apartment. And we’re not allowed sell a room out for rent.
-that we have a right to defend each other and our property.
-that under no conditions were she allowed to mistreat our animals.
- that I have ebt food stamps and am by law not allowed to let her eat anything I buy.
- that I will give her a space in my fridge and pantry for her to put her food.
- that I only had one toilet working but both showers in the two bathrooms worked because the back house had been shut down for nearly 2 years (while I was renting in town) and some of the seals on the sinks hot and cold valves might leak a bit or need replacing.
- that if anything needed to be fixed we will try to fix it. (with no time frame for getting it fixed) as this is someone’s home not a renting facility. Since we are both disabled, we do not know when we can fix the problem.
-No boys allowed to stay the night, if she wanted to have sex with someone go to a different place. Not our home, a safe house.
{Most of this is common courtesy and common sense.

She had sworn before she moved in,
-that she would help me clean the house and help with the day to day stuff,
-and she had said she wanted to thank us somehow for letting her stay, so she agreed to help pay a part of the Electric bill while she stayed.
- that she understood and would keep our conditions.

She had not told me,
- that she was on several different Psychotic/Psychological meds and several pain meds all the time.
- that she has no self control
- that she has very poor eyesight.
- that she is terrified of dogs. (she had told me that she likes dogs but it wasn’t till the 2nd or 3rd month did she tell me she was actually terrified of them because she gotten bit by one before)
- that she is a diabetic (refused to admit it even though she had to take the medicine)
- had two personalities/split which was the reason for the Psychotic meds.
- is prone to depression

She had lied a lot,
-As soon as she moved in, in person she said she will only help with the initial clean and the rest would be up to me. No help from her. That she never promised it. (also a lie and I have a witness) And that her paperwork for the ebt got screwed up so she didn’t have any money for food. (took her till march to get it back so 1 month)

The 1st month February 2017 she stayed,
- I taught her the best ways to interact with my dogs.
-she ate my 6 months emergency food and that months groceries, in 1 month (literally).
-did not pay for electricity.
- normal barking from my dogs for a new person, then an odd bark on occasion from them near the end of the month. (They bark at people who take Psychotic/Psychological meds, and at people who are Psychologically unstable.) I asked and then she told me that she was on Psychotic meds.
-almost always saw her outside smoking all day or she was in her room sleeping.
- made large meals so there was extras and she was treated as a guest.

The 2nd month March,
- paid 200 for electricity (now considered not as a guest but a roommate)
- When I told her I could not pay for her groceries at all, and she asked why, and I spoke of the list of all the food she had eaten, (including 6 two pound jars of peanut butter, 7 jars of jam, 2 large cans of powdered Gatorade, 4 containers of powdered drinks, ect.) she threw a hissy fit and quickly went to her room and closed the door saying she never ate those things. Ignoring me for a few days. (reminded me of a spoiled child).
- later she came out and said sorry for her behavior and that she was just angry at herself for all of that. She then swore that she would either pay me back for the food or replace the items she had eaten. (she also did not keep her promise in this)
- I was right there outside the bedroom door about to knock on it to see if she was hungry, when I heard that she was on the phone talking to one of her doctors saying she was sick to her stomach, (when I knew she was perfectly fine, and that her stomach had settled the day before, and that she just didn’t want to get off her bed) they had the date to her stomach surgery moved to July 12th 2017. She was also told she has to quite smoking before the surgery.
-noticed she tended to stay in her room (all the time) I knew it might be normal for the first month but as it drew into the second, (she was not a gamer), that’s when I knew something didn’t feel right.
- she had a few moments where she acted like an adult, but the rest she acted like a child or teen that got upset if something didn’t go her way.
- tends to talk about drama or cause drama. Parent issues and missing her own two kids that had been given away because she had gotten ill when she was younger.
-There was something terribly wrong, as every time she came out of her room I had prepared for her, my dogs acted like she was an intruder in the house. Even cornering her in the kitchen. I had asked her if she had done anything to them and she replied that she hadn’t and asked for me to get them back away from her and calm them. As she was freaking out a little. I helped her calm down and get to know and understand my dogs better.
- She started to almost quite smoking but as soon as she got stressed or wanted one she quickly went to get one.

3rd Month April,
-She helped pay 200 for electric.
- From there on it went down hill for my dad and I. One of our family dogs, Bear had to be put to sleep because of cancer.
- Had to work with Krista more on how to interact with a person and their personal dogs that know how and what to do with intruders. As flailing arms or really quick movements is a huge no till they get to know you.
-A week after her phone call, basically going into the 3rd month, she told my father and I about the surgery date being moved. As she talked about being poor and going back onto the streets because she didn’t have enough money saved up for an apartment. As she was also frustrated with the fact that she didn’t get paid leave for her part time job as she said she didn‘t have another client to clean their house. (At this point I thought it odd. Since she gets more money then I do from disability and did not have to pay rent, she could easily save up $1,700 in 3 months.) She then told us that she was also trying to pay off her debts first.
-As I had given her my word, she could stay till her surgery. We warned her though that we were unsure how the courts would go. So dad and I talked and gave her a final date, no later then September would she be allowed to stay. Because by then, after her surgery it may be too cold and difficult for her to move during winter months, and that it gave her at least 1 month of healing for after her surgery and another month to get safely her things together with our help and/or her friends. Which ever worked. As she looked like she wanted to complain and try to get us to fall for a sob story. My father and I made it clear that we will not tolerate psychological games and sob stories will not work with us. As I had not agreed to let her stay because of a sob story. She had told me her situation and asked if she could stay for 2 or 3 months. And my dad and I had agreed upon 3 to 4 months. And she had broken her word and made it longer.
- Was startled awake around midnight at my dogs vicious growl and the others quick barking and growling. Found out that Krista was trying to go through the house to go to the only toilet that worked (which was in the master bathroom connected to the master bedroom that I slept in.) She had shrieked, and immediately gotten cornered by the dogs, nearly getting bit. Asked her what in the world was she doing differently and she told me she was trying to sneak past the dogs and not wake them or me up so she could use the restroom/bathroom/lou (which ever word works) (As I had told her before it wasn’t a good idea to try to be as quiet as possible when going around sleeping dogs.) I told her that she should never try to sneak past sleeping dogs through a house at night. To go ahead and walk normally and make a little noise and turn on a light or two. To not worry and go ahead and be herself. But to never sneak around as if you were going to steal something. That would alert the dogs more then normal almost to the point of attacking. My main dogs Crescent and Farrow especially, because they have protected me in town at least 4 known times and possibly 10 other unknown times as I have found my broken front door knob, someone had tried to go through a window while I was about to take a shower, I have come back and found defensive knife cut marks on my dogs (when I was gone 1 week and my mother was watching them, was really pissed the landlords repairmen had tried to show up also without calling while I was gone when they already knew I had dogs and they left a letter.), poison left at the edge of the fence, blood on the fence, ect, when I was renting in town because their were a lot of terrible kids, smokers, and druggies that walked by. My dogs have learned how to identify anyone unstable mentally and anyone who does drugs they will bark off, defend me themselves, or the property, and corner any intruder. Even notify me if the person physically needs help, is ill, or disabled. It calmed her down but she still seemed upset and angry even that she nearly got bit.
- Found and heard her on several other occasions sneaking through the house and each time at least one or both of my dogs and even their puppies woke me up.
- By the end of month 3 from there on out it was sleepless nights because she slept during the day and sometimes pissed 15 times (yes I counted because I was woken up each time) at night. (having to go through my room I was sleeping in to get to the bathroom) As she drank too much tea, soda, Gatorade, and coffee (rarely water) and didn’t want to keep a schedule on top of all her meds. I tried to help her with that. Teaching her how to cook a few things.
- It was 2 weeks before I knew of her surgery date that I was invited to go on a trip to see my eldest sister that I hadn’t seen in a year or two, to actually see her on her birthday July 10th in Spokane Washington. I agreed to go and would be gone for that 1 week. I had asked Krista ahead of time and asked if she would be able to let my dogs out while I was gone and that my father would be able to help with them and that she wouldn‘t have to worry about it when she got her surgery done that same week. She said she would do what she could while I was gone.
- By this time Krista has had several different people come and go to the house. On several times she did not warn me or my father, so we got on the defensive and my dad had a rifle pointed at the truck as I called Krista if she was okay, and armed myself. Even got the dogs ready. Took a bit of talking with her after she told us it was a friend, to remind her that it was a safe house. She also got frustrated then, even complained a couple of times over the past few months that it was a safe house.
- On several occasions she didn’t smell right like she was smoking something other then tobacco. Made my skin break out, and made me feel on edge. (even though she was over her druggie years and trying to stay and keep clean for her kids she had given away, there is a saying once a druggie always a druggie, especially if their friends act or look like they might be one)

4th month May,
- Talking to her became more difficult as she did nothing but stress out, snap, cry at the smallest of questions.
- paid 150 for electric
- acted off and hormonal, she got a vapor cigarette to try to stop smoking.
- for the first time since she was there, dad and I got to sit outside on the front porch with the pups out and for some reason they flinched and cowed from dad and I when we went to pet them. I started to pay even closer attention to what Krista was doing near my dogs. Since she was always in her room and seemed to avoid me and only come out when I wasn‘t out in the living room or house, that made it difficult.
- Found her telling her friends to drive their cars down the back road and park it there then to come back by foot to her room. She was trying to train our stray outdoor dog, Duke to stop barking and following her friends and friends cars alone as if they were druggies sneaking around. Quickly told her to stop it and “Don’t you dare try to teach him that as if your friends are druggies sneaking around.” literally told her that. She said sorry, but I wasn’t sure how long she had been doing that because from the looks of it she had been training him from the beginning or at least for the last month. Poor Duke started to get aggressive with any strangers or people she brought over. (bad sign if anyone that you let stay at your house tries to train your dog while they are staying there; get them out of your house immediately.)
- She started to complain a lot and said I was mean.

5th month June,
- did not help with electric
- Krista started to act as if she had a night life, sleeping all day and smoking and staying up all night. Even inviting friends over at night. As I had notified my dad when I had seen one of her friends drive up from the back road a month before. We immediately had to tell her she was not allowed to invite people over at night. The curfew was as soon as it got dark. Reminding her again that it was a safe house. And that we even got a few phone calls from the police and neighbors on suspicion of her being a druggie. She threw another fit but complied.

6th month July,
-did not help with electric
- She worried about her surgery date and started freaking out the closer it got to that week. Krista even got angry and threw a fit by starting complaining about what she wanted/needed. ‘How could I leave her there when she was supposed to have a surgery? How can you do this to me? Your cruel. Ect.‘ And she ignored me for a while then said sorry. At this point I was wary of letting her interact with my dogs at all as she was unreliable, a liar that could not keep her word, had caught her on three occasions raising her hand to my dogs and I warned her, and she apparently seriously unstable. That is why I had made sure to get the okay that my dad could watch them while I‘m gone. As I did not wish to ask my mother because I do not trust her with my animals as she has gotten rid of them/sold them/ in the past without permission when ever I am gone for any amount of time.
- Before her surgery date July 12th,2017 and my leave she smoked more then when she first arrived, several packs a day. Saying “I want to smoke as many as I can before I can’t.” She was still smoking when I left to possibly see my sister for the last time or the last chance in the next 10 years.
-After her surgery and my return, I found the house a total mess. Apparently Krista, as soon as a day or two that I left she had bailed out on me and the dogs. Quickly leaving to her friends and waited to get a ride to her surgery, even after her surgery, and she staid at her friends house till a couple of days after my return. And while I was gone my mother had showed up without telling me and cleaned off the front porch and threw away important tools (just because they were dirty) that had been hidden under the bags that were holding the fence up. Since I still needed to get more wood to finish it. The day I came back from seeing my eldest sister, was the day I swore I would not let Krista be alone with my dogs, and I could not trust her anymore.
- Krista boasted how she got to smoke before the surgery and how she failed the blood tests before the surgery and how she was told she kept bleeding out during her surgery, and how she got to smoke after her surgery.
- I kept count, the entire time she was here, she only did the dishes 4 times and complained several times about how their was always dirty dishes in the sink. Since I had stopped washing her dishes after the 2nd month since she ignored me asking for her to do them, the sink was always full.
- Krista started complaining more, saying I was cruel to her, a jerk ect. Always saying “I didn’t do anything wrong! Thanx for messing up the whole rest of the day with your crappy attitude at me. And you wonder why I don’t wanna come out.”
-Krista was acting more paranoid, she told me it was because around this time of year she always does because of a rape that happened to her nearly 5 or 10 years ago.

7th month August,
- did not help with electric
- one of my dogs pups went missing on the 6th, 2017, as they broke out of the screen covering the windows. The land is broken down into 4 sections the lake, the barn, the back and front house with the green houses, and then the lot with the baseball fence. When she asked if she could help I told her this, and that the best way to find her was to split up and search those sections. She just followed me…. Instead of going to one of those sections as suggested.
-near the middle and end of the month after the week of searching and being ignored, Krista got way worse verbally, and tried to invite friends over to try to make me look more like a ‘bad guy’ in front of them.
- Literally avoided me at all costs when trying to get me to snap at her didn’t work, and then she started staying at her friends house all the time.
- One minute she would curse me out and say the worst things, and then a couple of hours or a few days later she acted like nothing happened. And she had an odd scent on her that still didn’t fell right. (she told me she had said no such thing when I asked, then she would go to her room and start texting “I deal with enough of my own emotional crap daily and staying out of depression and don’t need you bullying me on stuff.” “if you can’t come and talk to me and talk in a nice way then don’t talk to me at all ok” “You act so controlling and mean the way you come at me and its messed up!” ‘Your cruel and mean to me.’) At this point dad and I are beginning to shake our heads and look solemnly towards the small lake as it’s too obvious that she’s doing other drugs she’s not supposed to. And there is nothing we can do about it.
- Near the end of the month she confessed that she has started to forget things. And as to put a bunch of sticky notes around her.

8th month September,
- did not help with electric
- Krista rarely ever came to the house now. She has tried several psychological bs on me via text and verbal now. Starting to treat me like a landlord instead of a roommate. Getting snippy and then leaving to her friends. Demanding that I talk to her in her room or through her door. I told her it is not proper etiquette with the subject and that I was raised not to. Since we lived in a house. ‘not a rental apartment.’ That it takes both of us to work together. Couple of days later…. It seems she just doesn’t remember what she is saying to me. Very worrisome. My dad even noticed to when ever she went up to smoke with him.
- September 17th, 2017 I have gotten no word from her as she had left several days ago to her friends and seems to have forgotten about her cat needing food and water so I made sure he had some. After her being so cruel verbally like that then going to the texting with all of the aghast indignant complaints from her. I thought she still might not return for a few more days. And then I saw an unfamiliar truck at 11:12am show up driving to the back of the house. I quickly texted her as I was in no mood for her psychological crap and wanted to warn her “You might want to tell me when you’re back. Otherwise I will call the police on that truck for trespassing. It is a safe house.” her reply, “I let your dad know. I’m not dealing with this shit and u that’s why I’m moving out. And I been a tenant since February. And maybe they should look in your house when the police come. We will be back to get the rest and your dad knows.” My text back, “A tenant is someone who’s renting. You never paid rent. Why are you lying?“ I went outside to ask if she was alright and to meet who ever it was that pulled up. And I went to ask her why did she send that text about the police. She proceeded to grab what ever she could and went to the truck and verbally threatened my family to get us dragged out of our homes for no reason besides the floor needing a cleaning. ??? Right with her friend standing in the middle of the room she used to be in. She never answered my question and refused to go into the house. That was her moving out. So I went to get some of her food, her favorite coffee, and was able to grab her box of diabetes needles and gave them too her. Was able to get a couple more for her. But then she was gone. Came back for the second trip and grabbed her cat. And didn’t see her again. She left a lot of trash around, and old used furniture I could not use because she was a smoker. I double checked to make sure she at least had her medicine, and found she forgot her diabetes medicine in the fridge. Literally texted, “You forgot your diabetes medicine. You told me you had to still take in once in the morning or afternoon, Krista that is important.” She never replied. Worried I even went to look onto face book for her face book and she had deleted it. Leaving her really old one that she didn’t use still there. So I was unable to tell her about her diabetes medicine. Over all I tried one last text the next day. Getting a bit worried that I thought it over some. She had seemed almost psychotic, and histrionic, kind of terrified. “Are you alright? Because before you left you had insulted me, told me to never talk to you again, accused me of many things I had not done, and threatened my family in text; then threatened my family in person with your friend there while trying to make me look like an abuser. And apparently you didn’t remember a single thing of it because you took your other medicines and have been forgetting many things over the past two weeks before you up and left and also left a bunch of items behind.” I received no reply.

Be aware,
If you do see or meet her, be cautious as she is not mentally stable, and would treat you kindly at first, then neglectfully, and verbally cruel.

Damages From Krista,
- 1 broken bronze Door knob,
- 1 metal & wooden chair,
- 1 broken expensive plate,
-16 broken bowls, 8 other large broken plates,9 small broken plates all from a matching set,
- 6 broken tall glasses from a 25$ set
- 1 broken 30$ round French casserole dish with glass lid that was my mothers and nearly 30 years old.
- 1 can opener
- broke the shower curtain hooks the 2nd month she was here and refused to say anything until I asked her what happened.
- Bent and partly broke my dryer machine because she kept slamming and putting a heavy basket full of laundry on top of it, now it makes a clank, clank sound when using it.
- Put tons of holes in the wall from a bobby pin by the sliding door in the bedroom she was in because she didn’t ask about putting a curtain and rod in. So there is at least 7 to 10 inches square with those holes in it.
- broke the metal frame around the sliding door in the bedroom she was in because she tried to hammer a nail through the metal frame. Now I have to replace it or some how glue the bent part back on.
- Left large gashes in the walls from moving her furniture around and hitting the walls.
- Left the bathroom in the hallway a disturbing yellow orange because she didn’t clean after herself.
- Left 25$ worth of trash outside and inside the bedroom she had been staying in. Including a ton of smoked cigarettes.
- Left out 2 large open drink containers full of used diabetes needles.
- Also left her diabetes medicine in the fridge.
- Left a bucket full of piss by the window in the bedroom she was in…
- Left me with a huge mess to clean up.
- and left my dogs very wary and partly aggressive of all strangers even a family friend of mine.