Unfortunately, our friendliest rooster, Inigo, was found in such a bad state that we had to euthanize him today. The worst part about it was that a few days ago, he seemed a little off so we brought him in the house and fed him - he acted like a normal chicken - so we chalked it up to being a little paranoid and put him back out with the other birds. Obviously, that was a big mistake and we should have listened to our intuition.
It's exceptionally hard with chickens, because they are such friendly birds, to see one go downhill that quickly and have to take care of sending him on his way, yourself. It's the one last gift we can give them, but still very hard nonetheless.
Good bye, Inigo Montoya.