Oh, I'm so sad, my gorgeous Mr Big was killed by a fox Sunday afternoon together with my oldest hen. He was not dead yet, so I had to kill him to end his suffering, which was even worse.
He was the sweetest rooster and so beautiful. I'm afraid that is the price of freedom, since my chickens can walk wherever they want. But even chickens well locked in their coops during the day are killed, my neighbours tell me. That's life in the French country.
I just finished a drawing of him:
He was the sweetest rooster and so beautiful. I'm afraid that is the price of freedom, since my chickens can walk wherever they want. But even chickens well locked in their coops during the day are killed, my neighbours tell me. That's life in the French country.
I just finished a drawing of him: