...This morning I went down and she is perky, no more blood, eating, drinking and wanting OUT with the rest of the birds. The one eye I thought she was surely blinded in is wide open and obviously seeing things, and she is clucking and purring to her posse, who sits gathered around her as if to say 'tell us again how you kicked that hawks azz, Beatrice!'...
...So, looks like my queen bee will get to reign a bit longer after all. No heroic efforts to save her, but by giving her a chance I found I do indeed have a gal worth breeding - she ran when she was surprised, she fought that hawk for all she was worth, and she has survived the attack and you would hardly know it happened today - my kind of gal!..
That's my kind of gal too! SO glad you were there in time !
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