Spike was a white Bantam rooster with golden feathers. He came to live with us when he was just three days old and my son Evan was going into second grade.

Spike was a member of our family. He slept in a little cardboard box next to Evan’s bed. As he grew his personality became clear. He ruled the roost.

We understood his sounds, his “alert” when a bird dared fly over his “air space,” his soft voice when being held and his “warning call” which he would use only if he heard a loud sound in our area.

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(Source: Diane Daniells, Special to The Garden Island)