Wednesday, May 25, 2011
On a more sobering note. Today I had to put down our rooster. Remember he was attacked along with 5 hens a week ago. I've been keeping him in his coop till he recovered. He had begun crowing again a few days ago and seemed interested in going outdoors so this morning I opened the door for him. He stood proud in the doorway, flapped his wings and then did a somersault onto the ground. He quickly recovered. I had decided today that I was going to name him Stevie after Stevie Wonder because he swayed back and forth like him. He pretty much stayed in one spot but I saw him nibbling on some oats I threw on the ground for him.
I had errands to run today and was gone for several hours. When I got home I saw Stevie standing close to the same spot I left him. I got a camera so I could video him for my blog tonight and announce his name. I was sickened to find him missing all the feathers on the top of his head, his eyes damaged and flies flying around his face. He still stood and swayed. I'm pretty sure The Imposter (our newer rooster) attacked him. I was sad and wished I had kept him in the coop but I kind of had a feeling he wasn't ever going to fully recover.
I cried just a little bit as I buried him and pondered why I tried nursing this rooster back to health and felt sad about losing him when just Saturday I butchered 4 others to put in our freezer.
I said goodbye to Stevie, told him he had been a good rooster, washed my hands and poured myself a glass of store bought wine.