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Saturday, April 14, 2018

I'll Miss Him

The neighbor's beagles escaped today. They came to the house and killed my small Sebright Bantam rooster. He, like most roosters, protected the chickens, which led to his demise. He probably attacked the enemy, paid the price for his efforts, and the hens were spared.

I'll miss his early morning crowing, and his effort to stay close, while I was outside.


10 comments:

  1. Thanks, Ed. I was fond of the little fellow. We raised him from a young chick, and he was a joy to have around.

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  2. sorry man. losing critters can really do a number on your feelings.

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    1. It did. I wasn't expecting that, and I don't think my neighbor completely understands his responsibility in keeping his animals contained.

      Time will tell.

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  3. That stinks. Not that it will level the scales, but your confused neighbor needs to pay up.

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    1. Roosters are generally free. If they're good stock, they're priceless. If not, they're given away, and many end up in the pot.

      The rooster was free, and priceless. I doubt my neighbor has the mental capacitance to understand the uniqueness.

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  4. I was saddened and sorry to read about the loss of your rooster. Accidents will happen, but it sucks your neighbor doesn't sound like he takes proper responsibility for his dog's actions or concern over his negligence in monitoring them.

    Leif tried to keep chickens the first year or two he had his farm. Although the effort and the expense was a hassle, he had some that were quite friendly (the hens more so than the roosters), and I was always saddened when he lost any. If I am ever persuaded to move back out of town I think I'd like to put up with that hassle again. I rather miss watching the little buggers waddle around the yard.

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    1. I've grown quite attached to my chickens. Some I can walk up to, and they'll let me pick them up.

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  5. Bantams are the best. The little roosters are fearless and regard anything under 1200 lbs. as fair game.

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  6. I think mine would have bowed up to a freight train. His bravery was his downfall.

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