John asked me Saturday morning if I had seen Silky. Silky is our most gentle rooster. We just inherited him about two months ago from some friends down the road who were thinning down their rooster population.
I had not seen him, which isn't unusual with my work hours. John mentioned he wasn't in his usual roosting spot for the night. We feared the worse.
On Saturday morning John drove the perimeter of the property by the road and looked but never saw him. He didn't come when you called him, and wasn't within eye-shot of us while we were working on the new garden spot. Quite unusual for our Silky. We just knew.....
While trying to adjust a part on the Green Machine John walked back to the patio to find the tool he needed and in a few minutes he hollered for me to come up there. "I need some help" he shouted. As I got closer he said "I found Silky".
"Oh no!" I replied, hoping that we wouldn't find Silky if something dire had happened to him, which has been the case with other "favorite" roosters we have had and lost in the past.
"He's alive and looks good!" John said with excitement. My heart jumped for joy!
Apparently he had wrapped a string around one of his leg. Perhaps as he did the scratch dance the string wrapped around a stick which lodged between the swimming pool pump out-take hose and something else. He was simply stuck and settled himself down until someone discovered his predicament.
I brought out a pair of scissors and clipped him free then set him down and clipped off the string. We brought him some scratch and he ate it out of our hand, obviously quite hungry, which attracted the other roosters looking for a hand out as well. After eating and getting a good drink of water he was, once again, on his merry way in the pasture looking for bugs and seed.
Last night John checked to make sure Silky was in his usual roost. He was.
Today he looks just fine. He has a minor issue with an eye but it's nothing to worry about. Otherwise you would never know of his predicament the night before.
John just happened to walk over to the spot where Silky was, looking for something. We had passed close to that spot several times but because Silky just "coos" and the view is somewhat blocked by a patio table and b-b-q serving cart we never heard or saw him.
Perhaps there was some Divine intervention in the necessity to adjust a part on the Green Machine....