Our dear eight year old rooster passed on and we've been feeling sad. I notice the hens don't know which table scraps are good to eat without him standing there and clucking about the food. He was a fine chicken, and old man to a backyard dynasty.
Every night I carried him to the garage so his crows wouldn't bother the neighbors in the morning.
Unlike some roosters he didn't sneak up behind you and kick you.