I came home from work today to find a pile of feathers in my yard. After a quick search, I figured out that my Bantam rooster was gone! I raised this guy from a chick, he was our oldest chicken at about seven years old.
With a sick feeling in my gut I grabbed my shotgun and started out across our Christmas tree field. A few hundred yards away I noticed a coyote limping off. I caught up with him and realized it had a snare around its neck and front leg.
I shot it. Now I feel terrible. I don't regret killing the poor thing (the snare had injured it horribly) but it just makes me sick to think about the way that critter has been suffering.
I miss my Rooster!



With a sick feeling in my gut I grabbed my shotgun and started out across our Christmas tree field. A few hundred yards away I noticed a coyote limping off. I caught up with him and realized it had a snare around its neck and front leg.
I shot it. Now I feel terrible. I don't regret killing the poor thing (the snare had injured it horribly) but it just makes me sick to think about the way that critter has been suffering.
I miss my Rooster!



