Today I found our older white rooster in the same barn pen he was in yesterday. So I figured out he probably couldn’t fly out and since there was no food or water in this pen, this was an issue. I got him out of there, and he ate ravenously but was having problems drinking water out of a tall bucket. So I grabbed him and moved him into the convalescent poultry pen with a recovering lame duck and hen. Here he is feeding in his new retirement home.
The top photo is of him in 2009. He was such a proud and beautiful creature, and it is so sad to see him in his decline. Others are in their decline too. Sadie in 2007:
Sheila in 2005:
So aging sucks. I still do not understand why the cells of chickens and sheep cannot last as long as those of geese or donkeys. Or humans, for that matter.
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The old rooster remembers
(W)Hen he was young.
Dawn arrives later each day.
Thanks for the comment. Unfortunately our old rooster will see no more dawns 🙁