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A freind is a friend, and will be missed. A rooster by any other name, is still a freind.
Reggie sounded like a blast, I'm sorry for your loss.
When I was growing up I had a flock of Pigeons. Then I raised nine abandoned Mallard ducks from chicks until they could fly well enough to be released into the wild. When my kids were younger, they loved when I would pick up the chickens at Knotts Berry Farm so they could pet them. And we fed the ducks at our local parks on a regular basis.
No, your love of all things fowel is not odd at all.
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