One of the things about farm life is
that tragedy happens.
This is The Dude.
Tiniest Rooster imaginable.
The Dude died today.
Torn to shreds by some marauding predator.
But he managed to keep his hens safe.
They are all back tonight -
gathered from all the spots where they had hidden.
When we adopted The Dude last May
he had been the tiniest rooster in the group
all of his life. Timid.
Always on the outskirts of the flock,
never allowed near the hens.
He woke up here to find himself
inside his best dream -
Lone Rooster of a flock of his own,
composed of Giant Females.
He strutted, he postured,
he spoiled all of them senseless.
And he protected them -
check out my earlier video of The Dude
escorting our little crippled hen, Limpy Chicken,
to the coop at egg-laying time:
And you get to hear his "mighty" crow!
Well, The Dude didn't live forever.
But, I promise you,
he had the BEST summer of his life
and he realized all of his dreams
with joy before he died.
I hope I'll be that lucky.
with a sad smile,