The day after Canada Geese leave for winter, the crows show up in our county. Millions of them. This is our first winter with chickens, and I knew the crows would be tempted by the food scraps I chuck into our yard for the chickens; so I readied the .22 rifle. Sure enough, the crows showed up today, but before I could take action, the kids were yelling "the chickens are killing a crow!" It was carnage, like a nature show. My sweet little girls were dragging the poor bugger around, pecking his eyes out, and basically stomping it to death, tearing out feathers. All the others took off and haven't looked back. Chickens are tougher than I thought. Gangstas, even.