I'm happy to see that Mugs Monday is still a thing, so I have a contribution. I should probably confess that I have been reading this thread from the beginning, so sometimes I'm gone for a few days when I get engrossed in something. In the last few days I've been caught up in the story of Legertha and Sylvie ( I actually cried), which then made me start researching Coopers hawks. I watched the video Bob took of the murderous hawk sitting on the tool shed, and told my husband about it. He said that when he was five hunting with his father on the old family property in Mississippi, his dad told him to shoot what he called a chicken hawk while they were hunting. Turns out that's what they called Coopers hawks in the old days in Mississippi and they were shot in sight.
Here's Mirabel inspecting my daily poop clean out of the big girls' coop for Mugs Monday, and below is Easter Egger Emily, who is just beautiful but very standoffish: