So I'm hanging out with the chickens last night before the bed time routine (I absolutely love watching them get settled in the coop at night).
All of a sudden, Zinnia, my BPR and top hen, let out a terrible "SKWAK" and my chickens all panicked and bolted for cover. I jumped up out of the lawn chair and ran to the middle of my yard just in time to see a dark shape swooping down on the far side of the coop.
I ran over, expecting the worst. We'd seen a couple of red-shouldered hawks hanging around the ranch next to us the past couple of months, and a coopers hawk flew over my yard with a squirrel just the other day.
I get over to the other side of the coop, and there it was: a mylar balloon.

My poor chickens nearly died from fright. They came out from their hiding spots only after several minutes had passed. I had to look for my little Welsummer who just refused to leave the yucca. They went straight into the coop and roosted, even though it was still light out.
Poor chickens.... BUT I was pleased to see their quick reactions and ability to virtually disappear. I was worried that 1) there weren't enough hiding places in my yard, 2) my big, kinda dopey Cochin would be too slow or just freeze, and 3) they weren't sufficiently prepared to react because they have had a pretty stress-free, predator-free life and wouldn't know how to behave in the event of a real emergency. I raised them, after all, not a mama chicken. It's nice to see their instincts are so strong, even in spoiled, brooder-raised hatchery birds.
I'm still freaked out about hawks, but it was a good "drill" to witness.
All of a sudden, Zinnia, my BPR and top hen, let out a terrible "SKWAK" and my chickens all panicked and bolted for cover. I jumped up out of the lawn chair and ran to the middle of my yard just in time to see a dark shape swooping down on the far side of the coop.
I ran over, expecting the worst. We'd seen a couple of red-shouldered hawks hanging around the ranch next to us the past couple of months, and a coopers hawk flew over my yard with a squirrel just the other day.
I get over to the other side of the coop, and there it was: a mylar balloon.

My poor chickens nearly died from fright. They came out from their hiding spots only after several minutes had passed. I had to look for my little Welsummer who just refused to leave the yucca. They went straight into the coop and roosted, even though it was still light out.
Poor chickens.... BUT I was pleased to see their quick reactions and ability to virtually disappear. I was worried that 1) there weren't enough hiding places in my yard, 2) my big, kinda dopey Cochin would be too slow or just freeze, and 3) they weren't sufficiently prepared to react because they have had a pretty stress-free, predator-free life and wouldn't know how to behave in the event of a real emergency. I raised them, after all, not a mama chicken. It's nice to see their instincts are so strong, even in spoiled, brooder-raised hatchery birds.
I'm still freaked out about hawks, but it was a good "drill" to witness.
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