I JUST (less than an hour ago) lost my favorite Plymouth Rock chick (Charlotte) to a hawk. She was about 8 weeks old and was in a large wire dog pen (crate) with 2 of her sisters. I raised the three from 2 days old in my bathroom (so they always had ALOT of human companionship). Although this wasn't the first time I've had them in the pen it was definitely the longest amount of time as it got up to 80 degrees here in Mid-Missouri.
NOTE: I put them in the wire pen more for protection from my two hens (a newly broody Buff Orpington (Angel) & a New Hampshire Red (Mary Kate) as well as my overly aggressive RIR (Rudy-Roo) who are all a year old now.
Well, RudyRoo was making MORE racket than normal so I looked out the window and was aghast to see that a hawk had Charlotte (although I didn't know which one it was at the time) in his talons and was trying to literally PULL her through the wire pen. Well obviously I FREAKED OUT
but had the barings to immediately run to her aid
Needless to say that in the split second it took me to get from the window to the door and yell at the "Hawk from Hell"......it was too late.
As I ran to my fallen angel (the hawk was physically gone, but not audibly - the thing kept shrieking from a distant tree obviously upset that he didn't fill his belly) my poor Charlotte was laying broken and helpless next to her sisters in the pen who seemed to look at me with a "*** was THAT?!!! Mommy?" look. Charlotte, unfortunately, was still alive. Now I have had other chickens, pullets & babies meet their demise at the hand of a predator or disease, but my husband has always been here to handle the dirty work, if you will. Today, being 80 degrees and beautiful - my husband went fishing
So my "please don't let her suffer mode" immediately engaged and I proceeded to snap her neck. Now, I don't know if I did it correctly - it sure felt like it - but she kept moving...so I got out the large hedge trimmers and made **** sure she wasn't suffering. Then I composed myself as much as possible, put her into a bag and proceeded to bury her next to Ruby and Ashley (Mary Kate's twin)
I am starting to wonder if I should continue getting so attached to my chickens. They are ALL special...but the pain from losing them...it just sucks.