Most of you know our little 5-month old dog, Max. He's a near Pyr with all the right stuff! Today he did a stellar job of defending the girls from a hawk. I work from home, so I was writing this article when I heard an awful commotion out back in the chicken run. It was simultaneous barking, squawking, and frantic wings flapping. The girls were all running for the coop, and Max had zeroed in on what I thought was a chicken at first.... until I saw the size of the thing. This hawk was at least twice as big as our biggest girl. Max couldn't get into the run, but he had scared the hawk so bad that it had gotten all tangled in our netting we have over the run. That's all we needed. The girls were safe... Max was safe... I'll let you know the disposition of the hawk when we decide what to do with it. Please. We don't need anyone quoting us law about hawks. We know.




Here's our hero:

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Here's our hero:
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