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Thanks Robin!
In my puzzlement and grief I forgot to look towards the good. Yes, we did give him a great life. He was a frequent visitor inside the home when he choose to come in. He was treated as the king of the barnyard - which of course he was since he was a chick. He was kind to city visitors and a show-off for them. I once had a chicken fearing city dweller over and she was frightened. I told her never to be afraid of MY birds but not to ever "turn your back on the colorful ones" as they are the roosters and will always be a little unpredictable. Elvis didn't like the color red and I was usually careful not to wear it out in his vicinity as he's always challenge it. I was wearing a shirt with red flower pattern on it and oops! As I was speaking to her, Elvis came up and flailed my backside like a spanking with his wings. Only 1 of 2 times he ever did such a thing. I had a laugh but I'm afraid my guest was petrified. I went and picked him up and carried him around like a football as we looked over the grounds for about an hour, then I let him down again but she was still afraid to pet him. Ha Ha Nice memory. Yes he had a good life. But I still feel loss.
