Alas, poor Blinky
Blinky was a love rat. He was a crazy, ankle lunging, ratbag of a rooster.
He took on humans, horses, cockatoos, jack russels, wolfhounds, foxes and embarrasingly, once, a large moth who threatened his babies.
He also sat on his chicks when mother hen had had a gutful.
And he unselfishly called his harem to him whenever he found a tasty morsel.
In other words, he was an outstanding rooster.
He had one last day free-ranging in the Winter sun last weekend, which he enjoyed quietly even in his diminished and drunken state, and he died quietly in the night surrounded by his family, including his successor.
Blinky was father to many of the bantams in the area, and grandfather to even more. He was, in a word, prolific.
As all good roosters should be.
May he remain in our family memories always.
And may he remain where I buried him always, too.
What a handsome fellow he was. No wonder the ladies loved him.
Poor Blinky.
I hope someone writes as touching an elegy about me someday. And I hope I remain put, too.
Oh, sorry to hear that. Sounds like he was such a good boy.
Oh, that is sad news, Alyson. He was a lucky fellow to be so loved and to have spent his final days in peace. Vale Binky.
My condolences Alyson.
Auf vedersehen Herr Blinky.
Thankyou all, it was a sad day – but he did live his life with enthusiasm, and even blew a few ‘Pekins don’t breed very well’ myths out of the water! Carpe Diem!
Very best to you and so sorry about your sweet rooster loss.