Yesterday my favorite rooster, Prince, died. Wasn't he a handsome boy? He was a gorgeous Buff Orpingtonn roo. He had gotten into a fight with another rooster about a week or so ago and had been injured. He couldn't walk around good, but I had been hoping his foot or leg would heal. But, yesterday it was clear he was much worse. We were with him when he died, so I hope he knew how much I loved him.
I'm getting better with accepting death on the farm. I used to bawl like a baby when my animals died. I was sad yesterday, but I didn't cry. I am learning when you have lots of animals, you just have to expect some of them are going to die. I just wish it wasn't Prince.