When I walked into the chicken coop yesterday morning, our old red rooster was laying dead right below his roost. I figured he must have died peacefully in his sleep, and just fell off. I buried him beside the barn in the shade of the big black spruce trees, next to the little red hen, who died last fall. He was 4 years old, which is not real old for a chicken, but old enough that he didn't fly over the fence to go exploring like some of the others do. We still have one rooster, so for the most part the eggs will still be fertilized.
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| Old Red is the one on the left (I think) |
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| Last year when Old Red had two mates |
In other news, the red potatoes are beginning to make their appearances in Iowa and Colorado along with a few Yukon gold in Kansas. The carrots have popped through in Iowa and New York, and are making a good showing in Texas. Kennebec haven't popped up yet, but they're a late potato.
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