George’s Spur

George was my favorite rooster. He was my favorite because he looked like he had been through some rough times. He was blind in one eye. When the winter weather hit last year, George was caught in the snow for a while during that time. At some point in the snow storm last year, he lost one of his spurs. I had no idea when or where he lost a spur. As I was getting the crates down from the shop to take the cats to the vet, I saw his lost spur. It was up in the roosting area where Gloria roosts now. It kinda made me sad to think about George. I had never seen him in that spot before. You just never know. As I looked at the spur, I was so glad he never went after me with those things. They are huge.