When someone gave us 4 teenage roosters, we turned the birds loose on the farm. That couldn't be a worse fate than becoming cat food, could it?
A Cooper's Hawk got one the first day. Raccoons got two more a day later.
We kept an eye out for the survivor. Someone called him Lucky, and the name stuck. He spent his days around the horse paddock. Then I heard a chirping in the night, the sounds of a dozing chicken. The chirping moved around. Lucky?
He was perched on Dolly's back. We saw him ride the ponies every day. He's spent more time on them than I have. We even took him for a ride down the driveway, but he hopped off and was last seen trying to make friends with Joe's hens.