Solo was the first chick born here after we moved up from the South. His history is detailed in the blog of 24 June 2007. It was a rainy day in May when he decided to leave the nest. He was too small to climb back into the nest box of the broody coop. Daffodil being a caring sort of bird gave up sitting on the rest of her eggs in order to shelter him from the rain. He grew into a very handsome cockerel and, more importantly, he had the nicest termperament. Unlike some that tried to challenge him over the years, he never raised his talons in anger. He ruled the Poultry Palace with a velvet claw for the best part of 7 years. Even in the last two when a younger bird took over he maintained his dignity.He was an ideal cockerel I suppose.
Daffodil passed away in the spring. With Solo gone it seems like the end of an era in the Poultry Palace.
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