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