Well. Color me a fool. I went out to count the Partridge Rocks today after finding the hawk near the yard twice this morning. I'm down to 14. I'm going to scream. Work my butt off for two months to feed a ..................really long string of blanks, hawk. That's it. NOW I'm ticked. And I thought I was ticked before. Mumble. Oh in the first attack I was aware of one of my BA's attacked the hawk... She got ripped completely open from both ears and under her beak to keel. I put her after picture on the last page here. She kept fighting him even torn up. She earned a name, Bear and a vet visit and I don't usually do that. But bravery should be rewarded.