Yesterday evening I was in the backyard with the my older pullets, don't let them out unless I am there to supervise (yes, I am an overprotective parent ) When a Cooper's Hawk came swooping in and tried to pick off Beth (my buff colored EE), with me no more than 50 feet away. That was the largest Cooper's I have ever seen...ok...maybe the stress of the situation added to my perception...but it looked huge. Thankfully he missed and all my girls made it to the safety of a nearby hedge row, but that hateful hawk wouldn't fly away even with me standing at the base of the tree, yelling (yes, my neighbors know that I am crazy by now). I finally hurled a rock at him & got him to leave. Then to beat it all...a storm blew in while I was searching the hedge row trying to find the girls...I felt like Dorothy. It took nearly 3 hours to find 4 chickens...by the time I got them back in the coop we all were soaked & windblown. Gah! What an evening! What is it with hawks lately? I have never known them to be THAT brave before. This morning my girls won't leave the coop...not that I blame them.