He showed no signs of anything. I think he just had a heart attack or he got something down his windpipe. He was in o ne of the many holes he loves to dig. He would nestle himself in there and chirp to call one of his girls over. Maybe he swallowed some dirt down the trachea and got a little too excited. No idea. Just sucks. We never wanted a roo, but he certainly grew on us. He didn’t crow much, was a gentleman to his ladies (minus the Weinstein mounting), and was a good watch dog. He was great with me and Lisa too. The flock must go on though although the dynamic will greatly change.