Well the Owl has been back basically every night... last night I chased it off pursuing it right into the woods. Tonight we arrived home a bit little late, 5 pm, to put up the chickens, mostly due to holiday nonsense, community stuff, and concern about the WWOOFer actually getting fed dinner. Tonight I chased it from the not-so-Littles-anymore meat tractor it was pacing in front of on our arrival to the meat tractor Sammy’s in with the rehab girls and 10 week olds, then to Mr Marans tractor, and on to a fence post. It finally flew off towards the barn.
I was putting the rest of the girls up when it returned not 10 minutes later. We had a little scare with Hoppy, as she was laying down oddly, But seems fine. I almost walked into Andrew’s line of fire. Communication is very important when dealing with fire arms. We gave the Owl a warning shot tonight. Through a lot of hollering at each other and by the glow of both cell phones and head lamps, we managed to herd the owl further away and make sure we were all (chickens included) safely behind the gun.
If it persists in terrorizing my chickens we may have to use more forceful deterrents. I like owls, but it was an unpleasant situation, and I get quite upset when my chickens feel threatened. Seeing my Hoppy laying down with her legs stuck out much like poor Missy after the attack, it was almost too much for me. I have become very attatched to my feathered friends.