Today has been eventful, to say the least.
This morning as I was
brushing N.'s hair for school, I heard a HUGE commotion the chickens
were raising out in the yard--literally ALL of them were screaming.
That could only mean one thing--a predator in the yard, attacking and/or
eating one of them. Likely a hawk, and likely it was attacking one of
the new chicks--they are the most vulnerable right now.
So out I
run...just in time to see a gigantic dust-up in the middle of the yard,
involving about ten of the adult birds, including 4 broody hens and all
three roosters. There was a huge dust cloud, so thick I couldn't see
through it, and battling chickens, all thrashing whatever they had in
Which at that moment burst free and took off outta there--a Sharpshin hawk. Jesus, they were curb-stomping a hawk!
her two daughters Voodoo and Moxie, Boots and Silver were so upset,
they turned on each other and kept fighting. I had to wade in and
seperate pissed off hens. The babies were sensibley stowed under a
large bush, hunkering down and being quiet. I figured that the hawk had
seen the three broodies out dustbathing, figured they were easy
pickin's and dived on them. Or had landed thinking to walk in after the
I hope the hawk was OK and has
learned his lesson after getting an ass whoopin' he'll never
forget--DON'T mess with broody hens!