



Brave Sir Robin, our beloved rooster passed sometime in the last day. We were out of town, and a friend was watching the house. She didn't hear anything, so it probably happened when she was out during the afternoon. Not sure why she didn't notice the silence this morning, but it was the first thing I heard getting out of the truck.
I think it was a hawk. Nothing tried to dig under the fence, so it must have come in low under the netting. He put a great fight and bravely protected his flock who are healthy and sound, though perhaps a bit lonely. I've been feeding them zuccini from the garden all day to try to cheer them up.
I generally don't like roosters, but he was a good one.
Mark