I knew something was wrong as soon as I called him and didn’t see him immediately running at me throwing his little legs out to each side.
Bert has been missing for two days now, and I’m guessing something happened to him. Wednesday evening I had picked him up for Brad to see him up close – he wouldn’t let Brad pick him up. I saw him Thursday morning, but when got home from taking Blair to the doctor, I found the hens, but there was no sign of Bert. I went right away to the neighbors’ houses to see if they had seen him, but no one had since that morning. I don’t know if a dog got him, or a hawk. I wouldn’t think that somebody took him or killed him. I would think our town is too small for that.
I’m so sad that Bert is gone. I never wanted a rooster, but after I realized I had one, I really liked him and was happy to have him! He was, after all, the nicest of all of them and the only one of my eight chickens who darted towards me when I called, followed me and Blair around the yard, and let me hold him!
I haven’t decided if I’m going to get another one. I guess I need one to protect my girls because Bert may have been protecting them from whatever got him. I just can’t stand to make the hens stay in the pen all the time. They love the yard and try to run out the door every time I go in the pen. We’ll see. It’s hard to believe I’ll ever have a rooster as cool as Bert.