Hark! Do you hear that cockadoodledo? No? Heh, heh. Neither do I. Seriously, poor Fritzie had problems. Before the Zombie Rooster had so brutally attacked him, he was just a fun-loving, sort of goofy guy. I believe that Big Red (ZR) brutalized him so viciously, that he inflicted neurological damage. Fritzie would not use the roost, preferring to huddle in a corner - long after the brute was gone. He was hysterical at any noise or movement. He was self-maiming - pulling out his feathers. He was a sex maniac, leaving many hens with bald spots. The final straw was the occurrence of small seizures. Those of you with chickens know how they are when they sense weakness. Last Friday, during one of the non-raining spells, I went out to the chicken yard and witnessed a more severe seizure, with the hens forming a circle around him. I don't think it was to cheer him on. I marched back into the house, got my pellet rifle, and ended his suffering. Luckily for me, he'd apparently used up all of his zombie powers during the seizure, so I was not chased through the yard by his living dead self. Such a shame. I think we will take a rooster break. I have not had good luck with them for some years and we are all heaving a collective sigh of relief.