When my husband got home from work, he called me to come out because a red tailed hawk was in the field with fluffy white feathers all around it. He wanted me to see what had killed my silkie roo. I brought my camera for some reason. I took a photo, and then to my amazement, the roo ran away from the hawk and the hawk just stayed there on the ground. It was so weird. After the hawk flew up into a tree, I went to find the roo and see what the damage was, thinking it would be terrible. Well after checking everywhere, he only had a tiny spot of blood on his thigh where feathers had been pulled. He is just fine! I think he needs a new cool name now that he is a hawk survivor. After making sure he was OK, the search began for my other two silkies. I assumed the hawk had taken them, since there were no feathers or signs of them anywhere. The calves were eating hay at a round bale and I didn't think anything of it until one stepped forward and scared out the splash pullet. She was hiding under the hay on the ground. Then, I found the other one, pinned under the roost bar in the chicken tractor. She looked pretty bad, kind of smashed under the bar with one wing up. I thought for sure she was a goner. I picked her up thinking she was going to be a mess, but found that she was perfectly fine too, just hiding in the tightest place she could find, I guess. Amazing, everyone survived! So happy!