Floppy, Roosters, Heartbreak...and me

I lost a noble bird over the weekend.
He was young, huge and fearless...and, now he is gone.
Four coyotes ambushed him Saturday at 4:00pm.
His name was Floppy...and, he was only a year old. 
The emptiness that hangs over RanchoGiro is only the sound of his absence.
I touched him every day of his life. His mother abandoned him at an early age. For some reason, he wouldn't sleep in the coop. He always wanted to sleep on the front porch. So, he had his own box and every night, he was the last bird to bed...and every morning, he was the first bird I would let out. I have never handled any bird every day except Floppy.
He was a part of me...
Letting go of the things you love...never becomes easy.
There is nothing louder than silence.
Goodbye, Floppy!