10/19/2025
Well, this is a hard post for me…
Skylar raised him from day one. He was born two days before any other chick, so he was very needy. She slept on the floor with her hand in his tote so he could curl up on her and touch her- that’s the only way he would stop peeping. So that’s how he got his name… Mr Peeps….
Sometime before dusk, Mr Peeps did his duty to protect his ladies and lost the fight against what we believe was a bobcat. All five of his ladies were safe and sound.
Our hearts hurt because as a rooster goes, he was the absolute BEST. Gentle. Protective. Sweet as can be. His ladies loved him. We loved him. My heart is broken and I can’t stop crying. I was ready to get out of chickens but now I’m just done. If anyone wants 5 geriatric hens (not to eat) let me know. Then just need some TLC and quiet living.
RIP Mr Peeps… thank you for all you did for your girls.