R.I.P Baby
Posted by Fiona Nevile in Chickens | 29 comments
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It was only a day or so ago that we were talking about Baby – our diminutive cockerel. The tiny rooster that never really grew up. Bullied by the rest of the flock he moved permanently into The Emerald Castle. A solitary life that he so clearly loved away from the rasp of sharp beaks and fear. He grew a little, put on weight and started preening himself. But he never was able to crow like the big boys.
I knew that something was wrong this morning when he didn’t appear in the Castle grounds. He was always eager for his morning corn – pressed up against the metal netting strutting back and forth.
I scattered the corn around the rest of the run before I took a peek inside The Castle. Baby was dead – small eyes closed and head outstretched.
Even though we suspected that his life would be short – he suffered from a sort of petit mal and would often close his eyes and flop – it was a shock.
I loved this little bird. Knew that I shouldn’t let myself get too fond of him.
I crawled under the duvet with Inca and wept for my little friend and the joy that he’d given me every day.
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Really sad to hear about Baby. How is it we can become so attached to certain creatures totally unconditionally? You really looked after him and he had a better life thanks to you. xx
So sorry to hear that, Fiona. They really creep into your heart don’t they. He had a good life and you loved him – what could have been better.
Hugs to you and Danny
Sorry to hear the sad news Fiona, but I think you gave him the best of life while he was around.
So sad! He was thoroughly loved and cared for while he lived.
I’m sorry Fiona. That is very sad news indeed.
You should take a little comfort in the fact that you gave him a happy life despite his size and health issues.
I hope you feel better soon.
Oh no! I’m so sorry to hear this. I loved reading about Baby’s story, he sounded such a sweetie. *hugs*
How very sad! These little creatures grab a piece of our hearts. Poor Baby – he won’t be bullied any more.
Oh poor Baby (and poor you). I loved hearing about him. You cared for him so well. I’m sure although it was short that it was a happy life.
That is so sad 🙁