DaddyRoo's son, Pierre Thomas (named after the New Orleans Saints running back) turned out to be a great rooster too. Like father, like son, I guess.
He looked out after DaddyRoo's girls after his dad's death, and was a general delight in the chicken yard.
But today, I found him dead in the chicken yard. We weren't home at the time. I don't have a clue what happened, but his head was snapped. I just don't know what happened. The hens were all OK, but he was dead. It almost seems like he might have been murdered, but I have absolutely no reason whatsoever to believe that somebody would come on to my property just to kill my rooster.
She went outside, and she said the girls are all at the entrance to their henhouse, looking all around -- looking all over the place for their lost roo.
It's like they don't know what's happened, or what to do, with their roo guardian gone...