Barnyard casualty

The chickens were all huddled in their hutch this morning. The snow is still falling and the wind has picked up. I threw morning hay over the gate for the horses and goaties and Bob of course ( our only rescue sheep ) and suddenly saw our beloved resident rooster - Hawkeye - flat on his back with feet splayed. I heard him crowing all night so I think that he was either kicked or headbutted when the hay came out this morning. As I ran to pick him up he suprised me by righting himself and shaking out a few feathers. He looked pretty confused though and I lifted him over the gate and put him under the hutch with the others. Now we will just have to see...