The unafraid Coopers hawk that visited a few years ago took longer to get discouraged; over two weeks of no chicken dinners. The first bird he caught, he tried to eat on the pickup truck bed, and flew off when I got about fifteen feet away. He was also young, hatched near the neighbor's house, and would sit on the fence next to the coop during the day. "Come out and play, little girl" was his line to the chickens, it was kind of funny, really. Mary