So far, the only look I get is one of love, if you believe a rooster can show affection. Its the softest, "hi there, mom" sort of expression. He hasn't given up. In fact, when I bring him a bowl of something to eat, he rears up on his hocks, like sitting up at the dinner table to eat, rather than just laying down. He's still trying.
Lorelei is also still with us. She goes off by herself to forage, though, and that bothers me since I no longer have my Hawkeye or Zane to watch over the girls. She's making herself a target for predators, I fear, although we have plenty of natural cover to shield her from view. She and my Buff Orp, Ginger, used to be my explorers, and those two are one of the main reasons I perimeter fenced part of my acreage, to keep them in. Sometimes, I wonder if she's getting ready to go off alone and stay gone.
On a brighter note, the little New Hampshire pullet that was looking lethargic enough to prompt some personal attention (force feeding and syringed vitamin water) is looking just fine today and running around with the rest of the gang. Yippee! Maybe we caught her in time.
