With such great feathers comes great responsibilities.
When I got the news I couldn’t allow myself to cry. Usually the tears just flow. But this felt different. What ,is here ,to learn from this?
As we walked towards the neighbors yard where the rooster laid. Cindy my neighbor told me “Today your chickens where in our yard when we got home and he was here with them for once(usually only the chickens leave our fence).”
She continued to explain how he flapped his feathers so majestically and sang louder than before. Behavior they where curious about.
They went inside their house. Got busy. Later, they came back out and see the rooster dead!
Just like that, that quick.
Maybe he felt it coming. But had I known today at 5:30am when I left the house I would not see him alive at 5:40pm I would have given him all the snacks at once. I would of hugged him. I would of praised his singing even more. I would of this and that.
Now, I know “Just a rooster”. Wrong! OUR rooster. He protected his chickens. He sang every morning. He was a great leader an admirable rooster. Our rooster. It’s part of life and all. Not even human and what not but Big Bird Thomas will be missed terribly ♥️
I don’t know that this has a happy ending except that the warrior in me is not seeking for war or a thrill to feel alive. Rather love, family and friends to love on even more✨🙏🏼✨
