Yesterday was not a good day. We had been here all morning working on getting fence post in for some new fencing. We had also been talking about how cool it was to hear are rooster some what competing with our newer, younger rooster. He is just learning to "crow". Sounds like he has the croup, but he is trying.
We all decided to call it quits for the day and go get some lunch before it was time to pick up the kids from school. We left here about one or so. Upon our return, my husband went out to feed the calf and to collect the eggs, this is the last chore of the day. In just a few minutes he came back to the house asking me "when was the last time you saw Cluck?", our farm rooster. I told him it was right before we had left to get something to eat. He said "He's gone and I found some feathers". My heart dropped and I ask him to keep looking and that I would look some when he was finished. When my husband came back to the house, he told me he had found a few more feathers. I took our ATV and searched the whole property, I found more feathers. It was hard for me to go into the barn, where my husband said he had found the most feathers, but I was really hoping to find Cluck hiding somewhere. I picked a very large pile of feathers, most of them Clucks beautiful tail feathers. I did not find any blood and no sign of Cluck, I even called out for him. He is so friendly and will follow you around the farm. Still nothing. I came back to the house and we went on with the evening. All I knew was that the best rooster we have ever had was gone.
My husband went back outside to finish up some fence work. He had not be outside long when I heard "Cluck is back"!! call David, "I need some help". David is my brother in-law, he lives behind us.
I ran outside expecting to find a very naked, injured bird. I even said to myself, if he's O.K. he's staying inside tonight. When I first caught sight of him he looked perfect, except for obviously missing all but one of his tail feathers. Poor guy, if only he could tell us what happened. He had came from the road area of the property leading me to believe this was a dog and not a wild animal, which would have more than likely taken Cluck into the wooded area of our property. But right now all I cared about was seeing to Cluck. If not for the missing tail feathers and I'm sure a good deal of his pride, he seemed to be in good spirits, in spite of his ordeal. He was taking it way better than me. I spent the rest of the evening setting on the ground next to the chicken run watching Cluck fluff his feathers and crow. This told me that he would be O.K. I can not wait to finish the fencing, this will make much safer for my chickens. When I told my sister about what had happened with Cluck, and his one tail feather, she said maybe we could change his name to "One Feather", laughing as she spoke. She obviously has not had a rooster that she bonded with, maybe I'll get her one for Christmas. Shh it's a surprise.