He was always a very spirited little chicken, and he was fun to watch. He would let me catch him now and then, and I'd let him ride on my shoulder or if it was really cold I'd tuck him into my coat.
He got picked on by the big rooster every now and then, and I think that's what happened to him the other day. I was out of town for work for a few days, and after I came home Devin told me Cogburn was hiding in a bucket. That's definitely not normal, so I found him and he had been injured, with a fairly big slice in his back...probably from a bigger rooster. I treated him, and put him in the garage with the woodstove going, so he could stay warm and rest. The next day he was doing better, and was eating and drinking well. This morning I found him and he had died during the night some time. I'm pretty bummed out, because he was sort of our little mascot around here.
I'll miss his trilling little crow, and how he always used to come find me for treats (he knew I'd give him the good treats).
4 comments:
Awww, sorry! You just have to love those second string roosters.
he sounded small, but mighty sweet. sounds like he will be missed.
I don't know how I missed this post. I'm so sorry about Cogburn. He was such a big personality in a small package (like Oscar).
I will miss little Big Man Cogburn! He was always so full of personality and so friendly and loveable! I will miss you carrying him around inside your jacket! RIP good protector! Love, Momma
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