When I was growing up chickens and eggs were part of our survival. Some hens were in a coop but most of the other chickens roosted in trees. Owls and hawks were the enemies. Daddy shot and trapped varmints quite successfully.
Now I am older and don't have to survive off the land (yet!); I have tolerance for most creatures. Redtails have nested in a big pine near our house. Crows nest on our place, along with many other species of creatures.
One of my hens died/was killed in the henhouse. I was going to retrieve her carcass and there was a young hawk- feeding. He did not kill her but what to do with him? Got a saddle blanket, grabbed him and took him to see my grandsons. We looked at his talons, his fine feathers, his impressive beak, then let him fly. My hope was that my guys would see the beauty of predators. I am so proud of them; as young adults they hunt and harvest animals for food, but do not kill for fun.
There are two creatures (animal) that have no value in my world- feral hogs and european starlings. No, spell checker I will not dignify these birds with a capital E!
One way that I protect my birds when they free range is to have plenty of cover. They all know when BlackBeard sounds the alarm- run-find cover! Sometimes it's just a buzzard, but BlackBeard is the man! Guineas tend to cry wolf too often.
Margie