Funny and Sad Chicken Stories (EDITING)

Goldie

Goldie was a giant rooster. This is how his life started and, sadly, ended.

Me, my neighbor, my sister and mom were on the drive back from a farm that we got some chicks from. Me and my neighbor were debating whether or not to name the golden chick (Goldielocks or Goldie) I chose. (When we were there we got to choose a few, the rest were just the ones we could pick up ) All the chicks in the little cardboard box peeped loudly. After a half-hour of debating me and my neighbor finally decided on Goldie. (After all back then we didn't know if he was a rooster or not) The name I wanted. When we got to my house we set up a gray box with a little bit of pine shavings, with little chick feed containers and water containers. Then we put the heat light up and placed the chicks in there. It was getting a little late (5 or 6) so they all snuggled beneath the heat lamp.
    I looked into the gray box. (About 1foot wide and 6inches long and a foot deep) I watched the twelve chicks scramble around in the few shavings, racing beneath the red-orange heating lamp. I scooped my hand into the box reaching towards a yellow-golden chick. The light outside was fading, casting shadows in the porch. The porch was like a greenhouse, because, it had windows, yes huge windows, and two doors.
Yes that is what it looks like now. Then there was a gray box with a heating lamp, with the quiet peeping of the chicks. I went over and picked up my Goldie.
Before long the chicks started growing bigger. Soon, we put them with my wonderful bantam chickens. We had about 15 bantams, most still young, and most of my chickens welcomed the chicks. Before long we named the chicks. Goldie, speckles, midnight, and freckles (and two unnamed ones) were the cocks, and Coco, Yellow feet, white feather, blackie, and a unnamed one were the hens. Now we already had three roosters...

What is three bantam roosters plus 5 normal sized roosters make?

A lot of angry roosters.

And we only had 16 hens.
After awhile speckles, a shyer rooster, ran away, and probably died. We have lots of owls, hawks, and coyotes. So sorry scratch that last bit. He did die.

That makes 7 roosters. And if you ask me, that's 5 too many.

Goldie and Sunshine, our first rooster, would be the keepers. The rest would be on Craig's list. Some day (an unknown date) we figured out that Midnight's foot was twisted and weird. That is how Midnight died. Sadly we had to end his sufferings. That makes 6 roosters. Still 4 too many. The remaining roosters were Sunshine, a bantam rooster that will claw you the moment he sees the disadvantage, Goldie, a gigantic rooster that looks mean, but raised by me personally, so he was nice, Freckles, was a mean big rooster, who, like Sunshine will claw you on the first sight of disadvantage, Redface, a cowardly rooster who was like a hen, was bantam, and had no feathers on his face, Eagle, a bantam rooster who usually fought Sunshine, and looked like a bald eagle, lastly an unknown forgotten rooster that also probably ran away and died.

No one would want roosters, so we brought them to my cousins, who didn't care if the roosters fought. But they did get Eagle and Redface some bantam hens. Freckles already had some big hens. The only roosters left on our farm were Sunshine and Goldie. The perfect amount. 2.

Once Goldie walked up to a person who was roofing the house. He was gigantic then, and the roofer said "whoa whoa!". My mom said that he "wouldn't hurt the guy, he was nice". I had a great laugh at that one, a man being scared of a rooster.

But sadly, Goldie's time came and when I was away over February vacation, he was crossing the road, but he didn't get to the other side. I knew something was wrong that day because, my mom was texting my neighbor, who was taking care of the animals, and I was sitting next to her phone and I saw the text. It said "I am so sorry". At first I thought it was my sisters old rabbit dandelion, because the June before that my rabbit, Nibbles, died. When I got home I figured it out. I was most enraged when I figured out they didn't even bury him! They threw him out, like old trash, but I forgave them. That is Goldie's story. That is how my wonderful rooster, Goldie came and left, like a wisp of wind. I will forever remember his name.

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Thanks so much for reading my sad story of Goldie's coming and going. I enjoyed writing it. There will be more stories of my chickens, this is only the first. I hope you enjoyed this. This is a true story. Remember though I am not an amazing writer hoping for followers. I just want my animals remembered. I will be writing of other animals too. I don't write for inspiration only for memory. I truly appreciate you for reading this first story of me and my farm animals. Feel comfortable commenting on anything. Thank you to all for your support. I am sorry about repeating so much. I can't write very well acknowledgments, I never know what to write. I am sorry if you are reading the acknowledgements (if that is even the right word)because it probably is boring. Thank you thank you thank you for reading my work. I was surprised at how long this turned out to be. Thanks AnimeFangirl323 for all of your support and encouragements. I hope you enjoyed this story, and hopefully my long acknowledgements which I do not expect.

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