R.I.P.

My actions inadvertently led to the death of S's White Rock rooster, Undead. A bird some of us (read H and I) hated, but S loved with all her heart.



I put him in the isolation pen today, to try to let the three newest hens be back in the main chicken yard; the rooster had cut one of the hens up pretty badly trying to mate with her, so I didn't want them in the same yard anymore.

I watched him at first, and after furiously checking the fenceline for a few minutes, he seemed to calm down and settle in the shade. When I checked on him a few hours later, he was dead; there was not a mark on him; the only conclusion I could draw was the stress of being in the new location killed him.



We burried him and planted a lantana in remembrance.