Oh, we killed the old red rooster, now it's done!

"And we won't have chicken and dumplings when you come."

Well, it had to happen. He was bringing it on himself. And truthfully, if he wasn't so downright pretty, it would have happened sooner. Hawkeye (as Michael put it) found the wrong end of a shotgun last weekend. He's been way too aggressive not only with the hens, but also with US! He would fly up or come at you if you were doing something near one of HIS hens. Something like, feeding them! or checking for eggs! or opening the coop to let everyone out for the morning! It was a little crazy and made me nervous to be around him. I usually just sent one of the boys out to do whatever needed to be done (they didn't mind and Jeffrey even liked to "dare" Hawkeye to try something!) but we didn't want to wait until something happened to one of the hens or one of the boys until we took some proactive action. So, while I was gone to Dallas (thanks, honey, for waiting until I wasn't around!!) Michael "eliminated" Hawkeye. I think I heard Goldie singing all the way up in Dallas! It sounded something like "Ding, Dong the witch is dead!" or maybe it was "The Hallelujah Chorus"! Either way, I know it certainly has been more peaceful since he's been gone. All the girls (new ones included) now hang out together with Squanto as their benevolent leader!

Rest in Peace, Hawkeye! (And NO we didn't eat him.)