It is with a sad sigh that I am writing about the loss of our rooster, Bugeye. Last night I mentioned to Adam that I hadn’t seen him all day—he and David then went out to look for him. We have so many chickens now that he may have been with any of the groupings, but in the evenings they all seem to gather on the front lawn and that is when I was concerned. There was no sign of him. A few days ago we saw a very large hawk overhead and there is also the possibility that the neighbors’ dog got him, but I am sure that they would have mentioned it. Sad, but we are assuming that he died a brave man protecting his girls from enemies. He did his job. Even after my run in with him earlier this summer, I have grown to like him. All the kids could pick him up and he was definitely nicer than Marilyn. He will be missed.
This couldn’t have happened at a more opportune time for the 6 or 7 young roosters that are set to be butchered. We will have to see which one is chosen to be the next big man on campus.
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