This is where my poor rooster spent the night. ...
He flew the coop while I was putting new straw in the nesting boxes. My grandson and I tried to round him up before dark. but to no avail. We trudged around in the snow trying to convince him that the coop would be better that outside on a cold winter night. He was being unreasonable, night was setting in and we were freezing. So after a few more attempts we gave up .....feeling bad for the poor guy. As I lay in bed feeling guilty, I thought of my magazine cover showing a chicken with leg warmers and a hat. I bet he wished he was that chicken!
In the morning I found him sitting next to this tombstone. Cold but OK. He did find his way back into the coop. and all his buddy's gave him a few cock a doodle dos.