The Evolution of Atlas: A Breeding (and Chat) Thread

Deacon passed away last night, sadly. He will be very much missed. He knew he was loved, the big goofball.



Atlas and crew today-I put them on my coop build thread, wrong thread.
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Atlas has Ga clay head from dustbathing because he can't reach back there to groom. Someone tried to tell me he was "sunburned", which is the wrong word for "brassy". He isn't, he's DIRTY!

Lizzie spent time in a nest, sat, got out, cackled a loooong time. No egg. She's 37 weeks.









Tessa, almost 21 wks.


And check out Atlas-he's tired of waiting for eggs, too.



 
OH NO!!!!!!! Cyn, I am so very sorry to hear about Deacon passing. For some reason, I no longer get the email updates and I have been forgetting to check in on BYC. Out of the blue I got the email notification that Deacon had passed and I was shocked because since I have been out of pocket lately I didn't know he was injured. I am so truly sorry to hear you lost your sweet Goober. My heart just aches for you and Tom. Please tell Tom that I am sorry for his loss as well as I know he was very attached to Deacon. When I first started out on BYC I posed a question about our aggressive rooster on the Buff Orpinton thread and your response really touched me as well as all of the wonderful rooster advice you have given me over the past year and a half. Gosh, first Rex, then Isaac and now Deacon...I am so sad.

Rest In Peace sweet Goober.
 
OH NO!!!!!!! Cyn, I am so very sorry to hear about Deacon passing. For some reason, I no longer get the email updates and I have been forgetting to check in on BYC. Out of the blue I got the email notification that Deacon had passed and I was shocked because since I have been out of pocket lately I didn't know he was injured. I am so truly sorry to hear you lost your sweet Goober. My heart just aches for you and Tom. Please tell Tom that I am sorry for his loss as well as I know he was very attached to Deacon. When I first started out on BYC I posed a question about our aggressive rooster on the Buff Orpinton thread and your response really touched me as well as all of the wonderful rooster advice you have given me over the past year and a half. Gosh, first Rex, then Isaac and now Deacon...I am so sad.

Rest In Peace sweet Goober.

Thank you, Angela. It doesn't seem real, certainly isn't right. He should have entertained us for years to come. Sometimes, we just get blindsided by this stuff. Ladyhawk has a young cockerel, coincidentally also a barred mixed male, super sweet, who is suddenly dying and she has no idea why. I hate mysteries, just hate them, though I have a little inkling of what may have been going on with Deacon (though I could be way off).
 
Do you mind my asking what you think was going on? You are right about the not knowing, it is the worst. If you know what is going on at least you might be able to head off the same situation in the future.
 
Do you mind my asking what you think was going on? You are right about the not knowing, it is the worst. If you know what is going on at least you might be able to head off the same situation in the future.
I think he re-injured the old neurological injury from when Isaac came close to killing him earlier this year. Since it happened when he was fighting with Atlas under the coop where the floor joists are right over his head, I think he jumped up and smacked his neck or back of his head, maybe even cracked a bone, hard to say for sure. That would make sense with weakness on one side and his downhill spiral. Before that day, he seemed perfectly fine.
 
At the stable where I ride, the owner says that horses are born trying to kill themselves. I am beginning to think the same is true of chickens. Poor Deacon, to think of him smacking himself like that makes my heart hurt.
 
At the stable where I ride, the owner says that horses are born trying to kill themselves. I am beginning to think the same is true of chickens. Poor Deacon, to think of him smacking himself like that makes my heart hurt.
I've always said chickens try to find new and ingenious ways to do themselves in. Haven't changed my mind about that yet. I sure miss him in the evening, dancing on the roost, begging for one of us to come hug him. Never had one like him, probably never will again.

Things like this never happen to the culls. Only the good die young! So sorry.
So true. Thank you.
 

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