It was my first time having chickens.
We bought a peeping box full of 6 EE chicks. We set them out on the grass and let them poke around the yard, they didn’t have names at this time. I soon noticed we had a brave girl who carried on by herself. She was helping herself to some weeds in the middle of the yard. I should’ve paid more attention. I was immersed in watching the other girls. I should’ve brought her back to the flock. But I didn’t. Soon I heard the piercing cry of a baby chick. I looked over, and a hawk had her in its talons. The poor baby was shrieking, and it tore through my heart.. I could have saved her if I was paying more attention. Her cries of agony have traumatized me. I wish I had done something to save her, and I’m to blame for her death. I’m so, so sorry, baby chick.. I will never forget you..