My favorite rooster, Rowan, died last night in the snowstorm. He hadn't been himself the last few days, so we were keeping an eye on him. When I went to lock up the chicken coop last night he wasn't up there, so (in the snowstorm) I searched all over the farm for him. I went out an hour later and searched again, with no luck. Mike found him this morning under my potting shed.
Rest in peace, Rowan. You were a damn fine rooster. The best. You will be missed, sweet fella.