Monday, November 28, 2011
My Dear, Brave Rooster
May 2010 ~ November 27, 2011. Every farm needs a brave and good cocky-little-dude.
He defended his family to the end.
My dear Zoltar.
My funny, dear little Zoltar.
No matter how he kicked and fussed, no matter how he strutted around, I always knew he was just doing his job. And he was the only one who would peck my boots, then hop on my lap for affection and attention. I love him. I loved him. We liked to hold him, to admire his beauty, and his bold demeanor. He watched over his flock, protecting and providing... he gave everything.
I'm so sad it hurts everywhere, and I don't know what to do.
Blog, I guess... and cry, but what else?
What do you do when faced with heartache mounted atop daily stress, and other domestic perils swirled with the minor and stumbling woes of life? I feel... qwehqlwjeqewkrh... know what I mean? And also, I hate coyotes quite a bit, but that doesn't help.