I went to close up the coops this evening and came up two banties short. Do another count, and Jughead and Peep are missing. So I ran to the house got a flash light , checked the other room of the coop, and still came up short. At this point I had that 'Oh no' feeling. My next spot to check was down by the hedge where the banties like to hang out, so I headed in that direction. When I was twenty feet from the hedge, a large brown bird flew up. Oh no, for real now. Right under the hedge, was Jughead. He was cold and dead. Jughead came to us last spring from my cousin.They had gotten him a year before from someone else, so I have no idea how old he was. I think he was three or four years old, but he was a good little rooster. I will miss him , and so will the hens. Jughead liked to show the hens where to lay, and he would stay with them while they did. He probably spent more time in the nest boxes than they did. Here he is at work. On a happier note, little Peep came out of the hedge unhurt.