The King is Dead

I had planned to do an end of 2017/start of 2018 musing type post today.

That will have to wait.

Today, we got back from a lovely day by the river (about 45 minutes from our house), only to find Solomon dead.  He'd been the King of Cluckingham Palace since a month before Rory was born.  Understandably, I'm sad.

If only the eggs had hatched, he could have produced an heir.  And we're finally in the process of building a new chook house.  What cruel timing.

He had a good life. I like giving roosters the chance of a good life.

Enjoying a dustbath with his wives. January 2015