I wish I had a better pic, he was molting in this one.He never really stayed still for long. He was really a pretty bird and his tail had begun to get long. He was a bantam Ungadory(sp) that had gone through a few homes because of his very high aggression towards people. When I first got him he tried to jump up at my husbands face and attacked my legs resentfully. I would snatch him up and carry him around until he stopped. He had always been in a cage so I let him run the pasture. He became a reformed roo and became quite sweet. He would perch on hubbies shoulder and beg for treats or follow us around the yard and was curious about all the coming and goings. Yesterday he was in the barn, as always and I fed him cookies from my hand. He greedily devoured them and looked up as if to smile. Hubby found him this morning in the hay manger, dead. I don't know why he died, he was fine the day before, no signs of illness, no signs of trauma. We will miss his funny run- like a clumsy white ghost floating across the pasture, how he would scale the hay bales to the feed room to beg for food and always appeared everywhere we were.I wish I had chicks from him and his girl, but I thought I had time. I know he had a good life here, running free in the yard, but We'll miss him.
