A hawk flew into my one-room coop, in the middle of the day.
The clean-out door was open - it is four feet high by three feet wide. The coop is eight by twelve feet. Six feet high in the center and slopes down to four feet high on the sides so it is not really big in there for flying around tactics. The clean-out door is on the backside I can't see from the house. The people door and the pop out chicken-size door I can see from the house.
The girls were in there and I heard them screaming and wings flapping. I arrived causing the hawk to fly out over my shoulder.
The girls were terrified. All the available hiding places had birds squeezed in them - in the nest boxes, and behind the broody box, and between a bale of hay and the wall. With ten hens, not enough hiding places and not much room for the hawk to maneuver - he was right in with them.
The Buff Orpington was running in circles, staring at the ceiling without really seeing, screaming, in shock.
Two others that didn't find a hiding spot were standing each in a corner with their bill pressed firmly into the wood with their eyes shut, shaking.
The roo was nowhere to be found - as in he's the first one to hide when somethings up.
If I hadn't heard the commotion and arrived when I did, I hate to think what could have happened.
My good chicken dog was in the house with me or he would have handled it like he has before. But I don't leave the clean-out door open on nice days anymore.
I gave them all hugs and tried to callm them down.