Our tame RIR roo that never pecked any of us and was such a spoiled boy is gone. He was such a sweet roo. We called him Splits because when he was little he had splat leg and we picked him up everytime he fell and he finally recovered and was walking well.
He was over a year old now and the other day we noticed he was having trouble staying up like he hurt his leg again. He tried hard though to stay up and get up when he fell. We felt all over his leg and thigh but couldn't find any spot that felt out or anything. This evening when we came home we checked the chickens and locked them up. My son was worried about Splits so he went looking for him with a flashlight. He wasn't in the chicken house so he started looking in the yard. He found him in the water bucket drowned. It was not easy to go out there and pull him out.
My daughter was so upset. It is never easy to loose a beloved chicken. My son took it better than I thought he would. He sqid he had the feeling something would happen to him and that he wouldn't recover.
Tomorrow we will take the walk down the trail again to the chicken graveyard. A place I hoped I wouldn't have to go back to to bury a chicken for a long time.
