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.
RIP, Pierre Thomas
(insert tears here)