R.I.P Woody The Terrible :'-(
Today, my dad had to shoot a rooster. He was so mean that we just could not keep him nor find a home for him. It was really sad. Yes, he was horrible, following me all over the pen with his hackles flared and spurring like crazy, let alone his hassling of the hens. I just wish there was a better solution than shooting him. I feel really sad and guilty. I was the one who had to go catch him and carry him to my dad. I feel very burdened now, seeing as how I was also the one who told dad he was aggressive. I feel as though I have just killed the poor animal my self.Comfort would be very appreciated.
I'm sorry.
