One of my pet roosters died this afternoon, a Gold Sebright named Prince Charming. He was a sweet and friendly little rooster, always happy to be pet or carried around. He was the only one of my roosters that actually liked being held. He'd cock his head, coo, and stare at you with big brown puppy dog eyes (accentuated with a floppy, lopsided comb) to beg for treats and goodies. He was the kindest to the hens of all my roosters, and never pecked or bullied them. During the summer, the chickens liked to roost on top of their shelter instead of inside it. If it ever got chilly, Prince Charming would spread his wings and let the hens snuggle up underneath them. Goodbye, my little Prince. I'll miss you.