Damn. Some critter got to Satchmo today and manged to kill him. Of course, he was a little rooster - smaller than a standard rooster, but quite a lot bigger than my banty roosters. Satchmo had class.
He stood out from the crowd. He decided that an old ladder was the perfect roosting place for chickens, even if it was outside of the coop, so we had to build a covered chicken run around the ladder to keep him safe.
Satchmo was quite the ladies man. The Americauna chicks hung out with him all the time, and actually fought over who got to roost with him at night.
Satchmo would come running to me every time I ventured outside. Of course, he was probably hoping that he would get a special tidbit - and he often did.
Anyway, I will miss him very much. And the next time I get a fancy chicken breed, I guess I will need to keep them inside the covered run. Sigh.
Rest in Peace, my little Polish Rooster, Satchmo
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Sorry to have not commented sooner, hubby and I were away for a couple of days. So sorry to hear about Satchmo :(
Thanks, Amanda,
Have a happy new year!
Sorry to hear the news.
Satch was my favourite also. I wished to meet him some day, but alas: best laid plans got thwarted.
Oh dear! I’m sorry Beth - he was a pretty little rooster.
Only the good die young, it seems. I’m so sorry!
sigh You wrote about him so much, he became a part of our blog-family. I’m sorry, Beth.
John buried him for me under a beautiful big tree on the upper hay field. I think I’ll have to name that hill after him. Maybe Satchmo’s Crest?
Beth,
I’ve caught some of Satchmo’s adventures over at Argghhh!
It is tragic that such a feisty and lovable young cock should come to such an early end.
Perhaps you should have named him Henry V instead?
God bless his fantabulous little soul…
sorry about Satchmo, Beth… ((hugs))