He was originally my mother's rooster, and when she passed away in 2008, I took in all her chickens, to include Elvis. I had chickens of my own so I knew what I was getting myself into. Elvis was always the perfect gentleman, and never tried to go after anyone unless you were messing with his "girls" (my hens). HIs "girls" were his pride and joy, and he would send them running into the coop whenever a hawk was flying over and he would make sure that all of them went in at night. I watched him grow from a little fuzzball up until he was a handsome fellow.
I will miss my sweet boy. I already miss hearing him crow. Because of him, I will always have chickens in my life.
I'll see ya at the bridge my big beautiful boy.
