I did chores tonight and when I went into the chicken coop I saw a chicken kinda laying funny against the corner. Well, of course I went over to see just what was going on and saw that it was Rocky the Rooster.
Now I thought to myself that either Rocky has been going to yoga classes to get into the position or something was terribly wrong. And you guessed it – it was something terribly wrong. He was dead.
At first I thought that maybe he was just faking it, but when he was looking at me with one eye fully open and his body not moving – I knew that this was the end of the road for our old friend. I think he was probably between 5 and 10 years old. I did a quick check on the internet to see how long chickens live and they said that ‘urban chickens’ can live up to 20 years. Now what is an urban chicken? Anyway, with our chickens getting chased by the dogs when the dogs don’t think we’re looking, I’m thinking 5 to 10 years is a good number.
But since he was the only Rooster that we had left, and because we all really did like him (well OK, maybe not the other Rooster that we had to relocate to my sisters farm) we sure are going to miss him in the chicken coop.
So here is the best picture of Rocky and you might recognize it. He was part of the inspiration for this blog.
