The worst experience I ever had with chickens was probably one of my roosters worst night mares. We had intended to put up hawk netting in the near future, but had been so busy we just had not gotten to it yet. One evening right before time the chickens were going up, I heard the worst racket out in the Dominique's lot that I had ever heard. I first thought it was people screaming, but once I got closer I realized there was a large bird in the lot with the Dominiques. The Buff Orpingtons, the Rhode Island Reds, the Welsummers, all had a good view of what was happening and they were all screaming. I thought they were just being scaredy cats until I got close enough it flew away and there underneath it was my one and only breeding rooster, Happy. Poor thing was still alive, but very bloody. He ran to the hiding place with his hens. I gathered the terrified thing in my arms where I could see the hawk had eaten around both his eyes, the back of his head, and he had large holes punched through his wings. While I was holding him that darned old hawk sit in the tree branches above the lot waiting for me to leave so he could return to finish his dinner. I had my cell phone on me so I called for some family to get there and help. Everyone was 30 minutes away. I stood in the lot holding Happy and guarding my hens until some one got there and I was amazed at how determined that hawk was to return to dinner. He waited the whole time until someone drove up. Needless to say, we put up netting the very next day. Oh, and by the way, Happy is okay. We tended his wounds and kept him up for a week and then we situated him a place next to his girls another 2 weeks and then he was fine.