Just had a big scare. I'm in the middle of packing and just happened to look out the window (as I do frequently to make sure the babies are ok) and I see a hawk divebomb my flock. I see brown wings hover for just a moment and hear my Bridget let out a blood-curdling scream. A cloud of white begins to settle (I sprinkled DE today). As I yell ineffectually and run down the stairs, I think there is no way I can make it to them before the hawk dives again.
The adults are fine. It takes awhile to count the babies because they've scattered. Plus Bridget's frantic clucking is distracting. Thankfully, THANKFULLY, all 7 babies are accounted for.
They're all going into the run now, so I don't have another heart attack.
The adults are fine. It takes awhile to count the babies because they've scattered. Plus Bridget's frantic clucking is distracting. Thankfully, THANKFULLY, all 7 babies are accounted for.
They're all going into the run now, so I don't have another heart attack.