The next two weeks led to even more romance between Chirp and Red, but then, tragedy struck. My mom ran out when she heard squawking, and in the few seconds she stood there helpless, she saw a hawk that had broke into the run swoop for Red. Red ran, so the hawk changed its course to poor Salt and Tatiana, killing them both in one fell swoop. As my mom ran, the hawk turned its attention back to Red, who had unknowingly ran for a corner. But out of nowhere, Chirp charged the hawk, fearlessly putting his life on the line for his lady. With a squall, he launched himself at that evil dragon that would he would NOT allow to hurt his hen. Clawing and pecking, but did it care? No! It flung Chirp into a bush and flew at Red, knocking her to the ground. As it was about to kill her, chirp leaped out, viciously scratching at the monster's throat until the blood flowed. The hawk let out a terrible screech, and clawed at poor Chirp's face. Chirp fell to the ground, and that thing, oh, that evil, rotten dragon flew up, up, away from this land where he had almost been killed. But it was too late. Two hens lay dead. Chirp, oh, faithful Chirp had given his last, nobly fighting to save his one true love. Red was barely breathing, but as my mom held Chirp and his lungs stopped breathing, his heart stopped beating, she made a vow, a vow that she would not let Red die, that Chirp's sacrifice would not be in vain. Not on her watch! So we wrapped up Red in a blanket in a dog crate and hoped for the best.