Archive for March 29th, 2009

R.I.P. Fat Boy

I was most upset when I arrived at the farm yesterday morning as Fat Boy, our Buff Orpington cockerel, had died in the night.

Fat Boy and Buffy - 4 January 2009

Fat Boy and Buffy - 4 January 2009

I don’t know why or what happened, but there he was, not a mark on him, eyes closed tight.

Poor old Fat Boy, he really was lovely: a gentle giant who didn’t have a nasty bone in his body. He never really got over the fight he had with Nemo and just hadn’t been himself. Whether that contributed to his death, I don’t know.

Fat Boy - 19 February 2009

Fat Boy - 19 February 2009

What I do know is that Fat Boy was a real gem, a treasure. Our first cockerel, Archie, took it upon himself to die just a couple of weeks after we got him. Ironic, as he was a “properly bred” chicken, but all the hens were ex-batts who would probably still be chugging along now, had it not been for the fox. Anyway, we replaced Archie with a beautiful Light Sussex cockerel, Derek. Who turned out to be Evil. So we sold him (plans to put him in the pot were scuppered when it was pointed out that someone would have to get close enough to Do The Deed). And then there was Fat Boy (and Slim, but the fox got him as well), and what a contrast. I never once saw him peck anything. He even seemed to be gentle with the corn, breadcrumbs and grapes he loved so much.

Fat Boy tucks into some breakfast breadcrumbs

Fat Boy tucks into some breakfast breadcrumbs

Adieu, Fat Boy. I shall miss you and your giant feet.

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