i lost my white rooster today. I got a true migraine yesterday evening, and couldn't go out to tend to them. The others were fine, but he was barely lingering as it is and didn't eat pellets. In my mind i know i was only prolonging his existence by loving him and giving him the cat food to keep him eating his meager bit, but in my heart i feel sick to my soul.
He had gotten spunkier with the feedings, but even with a week of them his stool never hardened and never got the white cap. If it was lack of feed wouldn't a week of help have gotten him better? It had to have been back when the insulation got attacked, shortly after he had come to manhood and lost to henry. He was depressed and went for alternate foods, before i caught him and i thought i had caught it in time. It must have damaged his insides. I know that he couldn't have gone on with damage like that, it is just hard to accept. My prettiest rooster.
He was plucky's only remaining son and the only one i wanted to breed with. I am giving my birds up for sure now, i have to for now. I can't keep them there when i'm here, too much loss. A few days back i had discovered that the skunk had desecrated the graves of my buried birds, including my cocoa and plucky. I have to make my decision about hope now.