I'm feeling a little bummed today. I had to cull one of my favorite roosters, Q. He foolishly decided to fight my dominant rooster, Copper, over some girls and he lost...big time. In fact, he lost one of his eyes in the process. So, instead of breeding him a few more times to take advantage of his extraordinary comb, he's now in my freezer. Thankfully he did give me a really nice son, so his genetics will live on, but it's not quite the same.
Q strikes a pose. He was the only bird I ever had who loved being photographed.
Quincy, Q's son:
I'm so sorry to hear that.