Pat has crossed the road. We were planning on dispatching him in the next few weeks because he was aggressive, horny, and unnecessary (we have another roo). But we were gathering the stuff to do it humanely so that we could, you know, use the meat and carcass.
Unfortunately, it looked like he’d broken a leg overnight somehow. So in the interest of ending his suffering, we did the deed.
This is the first time I’ve ever intentionally killed something that wasn’t a bug. It sucked, and I really wish it could have been more humane, but leaving him in pain would have been worse.
Alas poor Pat, I knew him, Horatio.