Oh Sonny Boy

Ronnie went to town and was gone for a short time. Sonny boy was in the front yard. That was not uncommon since all our chickens are free range. When Ronnie got back, Sonny boy was gone and all that was left was a pile of his feathers. I was heartbroken. I still am, Sonny boy was my favorite. I loved that rooster. I am guessing the coyote is back. It all happened in the middle of the day. I just hate this part. It is so depressing. That coyote has to go, but I have not seen it again. I was home when all this happened and I did not even hear anything which somehow makes me feel worse about it. Sonny boy was our last rooster, so now I will be looking for another one.