Here is another shot. Try to do a close-up on the feathers which cover his neck and behind, and you'll see what I am calling "striping" in the silvery-blue feathers:
Aww, poor baby. He would have had to be re-homed, no doubt, as a male, unless our other rooster had died over the coming winter, which I sure hope he doesn't. Good to know. Thanks, everyone. A sudden death is far easier on those of us remaining than having had to give away a beautiful, vigorous, very tame and loving young rooster who probably would have ended up in the stew pot. And, even worse, as a teen his hormones might have hit, turning him from the tame baby he was into a monster we could not get near. Rest in Peace, Little Cute Spunky Bleu!
The crowing of multiple roosters would be a big problem here in the city... Neighbors... Also, overmating of my few hens. I did find a home for my two rooster chicks recently. They went to a farm together. I was pleased that they didn't have to be separated or eaten.