RIP Pharaoh
Our take
RIP Pharaoh hits us likea rooster at dawn — sudden, raw, and a little messy. The post ~RIP my boy. You served us well~ reads like a love letter from a farmer who just watched a bobcat stalk his flock and saw his rooster throw himself into the fray. He was a pain in my ass but he did his job well and I am grateful — those words echo in the comments, and they also remind us that every feathered friend can earn a medal of honor in our own backyard kingdom. It feels as if the whole community is whispering about Strange blood marks on eggs, 4 weeks old, and What would only kill and eat one chicken? as if they’re part of the same coop conversation.
At its core, this story is less about a tragic encounter and more about the fierce, feather‑filled loyalty that makes us cluck‑tastic caretakers. The bobcat didn’t just wander by; it zeroed in on a single vulnerable hen, and Pharaoh answered the call with a sacrificial showdown that no predator expects from a rooster. That kind of bravery flips the script on the usual “fowl play” narrative
| | ~RIP my boy. You served us well~ He gave his life this afternoon protecting his ladies. He was a pain in my ass but he did his job well and I am grateful. I can’t think of how to repay his sacrifice, but I will in time. He deserves the respect I gave him. All my girls are safe in their run now. A large bobcat. At 3:30 this afternoon. I haven’t been able to stop crying until now. I didn’t let it take him. He fought for them with his life which is exactly what I knew he would do. We are in the process of building a walk in coop and huge run but it’s not finished so we still free range while we’re outside with them. I’m still in shock that the bobcat came up that close with me 20’ away. I’m still in shock. But I wanted to pay tribute to him because he deserves a medal of honor in my book [link] [comments] |
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