The day following the massacre, he was comforted by the only remaining hen. He could walk about a little bit and spent the day in a few different places, with his hen snuggled up to him. He died that night.
I have been torn about posting the picture below because it's so sad. It's Jet Lag's last day on earth being comforted by the last of his girls.
The gate was open but the hen chose to remain the entire time with Jet Lag. He was a wonderful and brave rooster. I really miss him.
The widow and widower have teamed up. At first they didn't get along and Ducky Boy was sporty a bill full of hen feathers. Now they understand they are the flock. They sleep in the duck house which is more secure and they sleep side by side.
They don't have much in common. He likes puddles and flying. She likes pecking about and long leisurely dust baths. They are learning to compromise. I guess birds of different feather can flock together.
The moral of the story is; If all hell breaks out, if you can't fly away, then stay on your perch.
3 comments:
So sad.
I really miss him. I never wanted a rooster, but he was so nice.
I am so sorry. That happened to us and it was the neighbors dogs. We saved a couple of hens. Sure don't ever forget to shut them in at night since. It is so sad.
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