Just this morning one of the dogs killed a baby dove, just as I was about to rescue it. Yesterday one of the calves died.
Yes, I had to get use to death. Not nice, but reality.
Any case, back to Gryshaan. That is the name I have for an ANCIENT rooster that has been on the farm longer than me. The poor thing is very old and about two weeks ago he just disappeared. I feared the worst. But then, magically, he is behind the house again. Then just as he is back, one of the farmer's red roosters corners him and pecks his eye out. He disappeared again for a few days, but came back again.
Yesterday, I found him in the field next to the house. All 6 the red roosters standing around him. Again, he looked dead. As I walked up with a black refuse back (for the burial), he jumps up and runs like mad. Long story short. They plucked out all his neck hair and he is in a bad state. So I picked him up and made a bed in one of the outside rooms. He looks better today, and eats, which is hopefully a good sign.
Long live Gryshaan!
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| His new home until he is stronger |
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| Poor thing. |























