I have (had?) two full grown Campine roosters. They were usually together, never got into fights. I realized yesterday that I haven't seen Roscoe around. He looks very much like Buster, but he didn't go through the cold winter that Buster did. Buster's comb got frostbite, and instead of spikes, the comb is rounded on the ends. Roscoe's is crisp, with sharp points, and more of them. So I could always tell them apart.
I couldn't find Roscoe in the Moop last night, but it was pretty dark in there and I didn't have my flashlight. When I open the door, they all come rushing out so it is hard to find an individual chicken. But I didn't see him this morning.
I haven't seen any remains. If someone had hit him with their car, I would have seen the body on the drive. But it is not looking good for Roscoe. Two days outside the Moop means that he has become fodder for some wild animal.
It turns out that Tiny, one of the four little ones that bonded with me, is a rooster. I was hoping Tiny was a hen, but now, with Roscoe gone, I guess it is a good thing. That will make four Campine roosters for breeding.
I thought I had lost Tiny, too. I didn't see him for several days. Then one night, when I was sitting on the back step of the Moop, this little Campine hopped on my head and began crowing! Tiny!!! I didn't recognize him because he had finally developed some tail feathers - and quite a singing voice!
I am hoping against hope that Roscoe will miraculously show up, that I just missed seeing him for a couple of days but he was there all along. I will keep you posted.