The most mellow rooster I have ever met died last week. As the story goes, someone threw this little guy over a fence into our coop one night.
Overnight a battle for dominance ensued. In the morning, he strutted out behind the ladies crowning a dethroned and battered rooster “last” in the pecking order.
And that is how this guy will be remembered.
*Don’t worry they were separated.*
My bushel gourds are slow growing. I hope they can mature before the frost. This is North Carolina so God knows when that will be.