Peekin In
In the Brooder
We arrived home yesterday to an eerie silence. Our bonus rooster Jimmyroo usually comes to greet us but he was missing. We found him later, he was the victim of a hawk who killed him but didn't really even bother to try to eat him.
Sad sad day, Jimmyroo was one of 6 chicks that were sent with a blue mark on their head as fillers, apparently I was supposed to kill them instead I chose to raise them. We lost one in the first few weeks then we lost 3 more to raccoons. The two remaining boys were bought inside and have been overnighting in the garage where they were safe. Jimmyroo was the friendly one of the bunch, he would welcome us home, stand in the way of our cars when we tried to get into our out of the garage .. he usually ended up in the passenger seat hitching a ride. He would come and visit the kitchen window looking for scraps and he was very helpful when hubby was fixing the truck (although he couldn't quite lift a wrench he was always there for support)
So this morning no early morning roo from Jimmy .. no visit to the kitchen window and no mr Fabio shaking his fabulous golden hackles at the girls in the chicken coop.
Who would have thought I could get so attached to a silly rooster.
Sad sad day, Jimmyroo was one of 6 chicks that were sent with a blue mark on their head as fillers, apparently I was supposed to kill them instead I chose to raise them. We lost one in the first few weeks then we lost 3 more to raccoons. The two remaining boys were bought inside and have been overnighting in the garage where they were safe. Jimmyroo was the friendly one of the bunch, he would welcome us home, stand in the way of our cars when we tried to get into our out of the garage .. he usually ended up in the passenger seat hitching a ride. He would come and visit the kitchen window looking for scraps and he was very helpful when hubby was fixing the truck (although he couldn't quite lift a wrench he was always there for support)
So this morning no early morning roo from Jimmy .. no visit to the kitchen window and no mr Fabio shaking his fabulous golden hackles at the girls in the chicken coop.
Who would have thought I could get so attached to a silly rooster.