I lost my beloved rooster Penguin two weeks ago to an aggressive upper respiratory infection. He was 6 years old. I’ve come to this site for help so many times regarding him, he’s had upper respiratory infections in the past. He was such a good boy, the best boy. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body. He’d go to Tractor Supply with me and people loved on him. Kids loved him, he was so loving with young kids who’d pick him up and march up to their mothers to show him off. They’d set him down and he’d coming trotting back over to me without a care in the world. He was practically taken for a solid two hours one day by a group of war veterans who couldn’t get enough of him. He helped me rehab and comfort many chicks, regardless of whether they were his or not he couldn’t care less. As soon as he’d hear a car in the driveway he’d crow and wouldn’t stop until you said hi. He loved going on car rides, even if it was just to drive around town. He was so unique in a way words can’t describe. He was so special to me, and he still is. He left behind his two year old hen and three year old daughter. I took some of his hackle and saddle feathers and made a pendant with them. I’ll always have a piece of him with me. Our yard feels empty without him. Come spring I’ll be finding a rooster for his daughter and hen, but it’s going to feel so strange having another rooster around that isn’t him. We miss you baby boy.
