Yesterday I came home from work and found three of our chickens on the front porch I thought nothing of it, since they have discovered that the cement is nice and cool. I thought I would check on the chickens before I started dinner. I walk out to the coop and four of the chickens refuse to come out, I start looking around for our new rooster (the one ex-FIL gave DS) and can't find him any where. I g in to the house, tell my boyfriend that he is missing, he goes looking, he spots dog tracks. So he went down to his parents house across the road and he found the poor rooster. He was doing his job by protecting his flock, but he paid for it with his life. My DS thinks his rooster ran away and my boyfriend is looking all over the place for a porclain d'uccle rooster to replace him. I don't want to tell DS that Neema and grandpa's dog ate the rooster, because he won't forget or let it go. He still talks about kitty Weasel who got ran over and smoost like a pancake. The rooster was starting to grow on me, at first I didn't like him so much, but he was calming down. I'm worried about the hen that we got with him, she is acting depressed. I'll give it a few days before I really start to worry about her. If need be I will bring her in the house until I can get her to perk up.
