There are four names forever written into the soil of The Kuntry Klucker Farm.

Link. Smog. Enigma. Lestat.

They are stitched into the rhythm of the land, woven into the wind that moves through the trees and the hush that falls over the coop at dusk. More than roosters, they were guardians of a small kingdom and defenders of ordinary miracles: the soft clucking of content hens and the sacred safety of routine.

Link was courageous in feather and bone. He stepped forward when the world felt uncertain, as though fear was simply a language he had already learned to translate.

Smog was quiet, contemplative, and old soul wrapped in pristine lace plumage, as if he carried the memory of an ancient world his giant theropod ancestors once roamed.

Enigma lived as a question, impossible to solve and therefore impossible to forget.

Lestat…Lestat was royal. Dramatic, He did not simply exist in this space-he ruled it, in his own peculair, meagnificent way.

In their absence, the landscape feels altered. The sky seems larger. The mornings are silent. But life on the Kuntry Klucker Farm does not end-it transforms. Even in their absence, they have not left.

Because the Kuntry Klucker is not ending. It is evolving.

The future of this little kingdom will be shaped by iconic, time-tested beauty and resilience-Lavender Orpington, Blue Orpingtons, and other storied breeds whose soft colors and gentle strength feels almost dreamlike. It is fitting that the next chapter be dressed in shades of mist, twilight, and sky – colors that echo both mourning and hope.

These new birds will not replace the four who came before them. They will carry them forward.

In the courage of the future rooster, there will be Link.

In the still wisdom of a quiet hen, there will be Smog.

In the curious spark of a wandering chick, Enigma will stir.

And in the elegant stance of a proud Orpington rooster, Lestat will live again.

Their spirit will live in the way the flock moves as one, in the way they settle at dust, in the sacred normalcy of care: clean water, fresh feed, warm bedding, and gentle hands.

The Kuntry Klucker will become more than a coop. It will become a legacy sanctuary-shaped by memory, inspired by beauty, and guided by love.

And one day, when the yard is filled again with soft coos, gentle clicks, and the whisper of feathers brushing the earth, I will know:

They were never truly gone. They simply become the future.

Farewell, boys, thank you for your service, and fly high.

In loving memory of Link, Smog, Enigma, and Lestat.