I normally do not let my chickens out of the coop, but I was off yesterday and decided it would be okay, especially since I would just be inside cleaning. About an hour after letting them out, I heard chicken screams and I ran to the window and saw a hawk grab my favorite girl, my BO Poppy!
I ran outside to scare it off and and I don't know if it was just that fast, or if there were two hawks, but another grabbed my 2nd favorite girl, my EE Raptor Tina.
These were my first chickens in me and my SO's first house, so needless to say I got emotional. I was screaming and crying and trying to round up the remaining chickens, who were so freaked out and just circling the coop.
About 10 minutes after the ordeal, I saw the hawk land on a nearby tree with nothing in it's talons, so I got hopeful and searched the ENTIRE woods within 1/2 mile radius, and found nothing.
I left the house depressed and hung out with some friends the remainder of the day, I was gone about 8 hours and when I came back, who should I find but my two hens, circling the coop trying to get in!!
They were both missing quite a bit of feathers, and my BO has a nasty hole under her wing, but I've been doctoring them both and they seem to be doing ok at the moment.
I visibly saw them get carried away by hawks...how does this happen? I'm not highly religious, but this just made me realize that God does care for even the smallest sparrow (or chicken, in this case)
I just thought I would share this awesome story with ya'll, who share my love for chickens. I never thought I could like birds so much, they are definitely part of the family.
I ran outside to scare it off and and I don't know if it was just that fast, or if there were two hawks, but another grabbed my 2nd favorite girl, my EE Raptor Tina.

These were my first chickens in me and my SO's first house, so needless to say I got emotional. I was screaming and crying and trying to round up the remaining chickens, who were so freaked out and just circling the coop.
About 10 minutes after the ordeal, I saw the hawk land on a nearby tree with nothing in it's talons, so I got hopeful and searched the ENTIRE woods within 1/2 mile radius, and found nothing.
I left the house depressed and hung out with some friends the remainder of the day, I was gone about 8 hours and when I came back, who should I find but my two hens, circling the coop trying to get in!!

They were both missing quite a bit of feathers, and my BO has a nasty hole under her wing, but I've been doctoring them both and they seem to be doing ok at the moment.
I visibly saw them get carried away by hawks...how does this happen? I'm not highly religious, but this just made me realize that God does care for even the smallest sparrow (or chicken, in this case)
I just thought I would share this awesome story with ya'll, who share my love for chickens. I never thought I could like birds so much, they are definitely part of the family.
