RIP Marto, your crowing was missed this morning ❤️
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It’s always a little heartbreaking when a member of the flock departs, and /u/miab2020's tribute to Marto, their first and only rooster, really struck a chord. Losing a rooster feels different, doesn't it? They're not just another bird; they’re the conductor of the chicken orchestra, the protector, the early-morning alarm clock (sometimes a *very* insistent one!). It's a reminder that even in the seemingly idyllic world of backyard chickens, there's a bittersweet cycle of life and loss. We’ve all been there, that quiet emptiness after a familiar presence is gone. It echoes a sentiment we often see in our community, like the playful frustration shared in Chicken (the pigeon) did NOT want to be involved in today’s egg collection but I can’t let her hatch, highlighting the quirky personalities and occasional rebelliousness of our feathered friends.
What makes miab2020’s post so particularly touching is the detail. The story of sneaking Marto extra food when he was a vulnerable chick, establishing a special bond. The mimicking of his "crow song" – a shared family joke that now carries a poignant weight. And the image of him crowing from a high surface, a ridiculous and amusing moment captured on video that now feels like a precious memory. It’s a testament to how deeply we can connect with these animals, even when they’re occasionally grumpy or demanding. Knowing which chicken laid which egg, as demonstrated in Here’s how I know which chicken laid each egg I collect! 🥚 🐔 #KrissysChickens #PetChickens, allows for a level of observation and connection that many might not expect. These small, everyday moments, the ones we often take for granted, become incredibly significant in retrospect. The quiet this morning wasn't just the absence of a rooster's crow; it was the absence of a friend.
Marto’s story also speaks to the increasing popularity of backyard chicken keeping and the genuine emotional investment people have in their flocks. It’s no longer just about fresh eggs (although that’s a pretty fantastic perk!). It’s about companionship, responsibility, and witnessing the fascinating dynamics of a small, self-contained ecosystem. The livestream of Peckington Square Chicken City Livestream 24/7 Cam shows just how much entertainment and fascination these birds provide, constantly engaging their audiences. The outpouring of support and shared grief in the comments section of miab2020's post demonstrates the strong sense of community that exists among chicken keepers - a shared understanding of the joy *and* the sadness that comes with caring for these creatures. It’s a space where people feel comfortable sharing their vulnerabilities and celebrating the quirky personalities of their feathered companions.
The passing of a rooster can leave a void, not just in the morning chorus, but in the overall flock dynamic. The hens might feel a momentary sense of freedom, or perhaps a subtle unease without their protector. miab2020’s commitment to keeping Marto’s girls safe is a beautiful tribute to his memory and a testament to the responsibility we feel toward our flocks. It’s a reminder that even in absence, the love and care we provide leaves a lasting impact. As we move forward, it's worth pondering: how can we better document and celebrate the individual personalities of our chickens, ensuring that even after they're gone, their memories continue to enrich our experiences?
| Marto passed away yesterday and I’m devastated. Our first and only rooster. We took in Marto and his flock last year when he was just a chick. We originally named him “Marta” before we realized he was a rooster, then he became Marto. He wasn’t the most confident guy, but he was always good to his girls and our ducks. When he was new, Marto was very unpopular. Our chickens didn’t let him eat, so I’d sneak him some extra food away from everyone else. He knew the drill and it became “our thing”. We bonded quickly and he became my favorite of the new birds. Marto really only crowed in the mornings and to complain when we were late to feed everyone. We love his “crow song” and mimick it regularly in our house. Only recently he started crowing at us on a high surface. I’m so glad I took videos of how ridiculous it looked.. because this morning was disturbingly quiet. I miss you buddy. I hope you heard my goodbye. Thank you for protecting your girls, I’ll keep them safe for you ❤️ [link] [comments] |
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