R I P Fred

Fred was our main rooster.

We raised him from an egg.

But he has gotten long in the ... beak.

And our newer rooster, George, decided today

that it was time for a changing of the guard.

He chased him and chased him and chased him,

running him into corners and beating him up

until we rescued him,

and then it started all over again.

Finally George went to the coop to go to bed

and Fred wandered off to the back pasture.

Where he met his end.

I know it's the natural order of things,

but I didn't want George to hurt him

badly enough that he just slowly died.

So we dispatched him.

*I needed Kyle's help.

I'm still not very accurate with my .22.

You were a good rooster, Fred.

R.I.P.