Silkie was one of our first batch of chicks. He’s now a six-year-old rooster, and the last survivor. The last of his hens died last winter.
His only friends now are dogs and goats – and he seems to think he is a dog! He comes running whenever we step outside, and greets Suellen’s car when she arrives home. On this particular day, when we stopped to open the gate, Silkie jumped into the car with us. I have never before seen a rooster that liked to ride in the car!
P.S. I can’t believe it: I finished this post and went to the barn to feed and water… Silkie was dead. It looks like he died in his sleep. He was a sweet and remarkable rooster, more of a pet than anything else, though he did sire some beautiful chicks in his day. We will miss him!
