Somehow one of those hens from a friend turned into a Rooster. I just kept thinking as soon as Scott is through with school we will take care of it. He was getting pretty annoying at 4 a.m. and I would put him in a box until mid morning. I didn't do this two mornings in a row and was surprised to not hear the rooster on the third morning. He was stiff and cold on the floor of the coop when I went to collect eggs. With the warm weather, people leaving their windows open, I assume someone got real tired of it and wrung it's neck in the early morning. Of all the birds that one dead? I could be wrong. Nature could have taken it but I doubt it. It's kind of freaky thinkin' of someone walking into the coop and wringing the poor birds neck.
If a bird ever has the misfortune of turning into a rooster in my coop again I will make sure it becomes soup long before someone gets mad enough to waste it.