As usual my big girls were free ranging in the only place without snow. Right outside my patio window. It was a pretty nice day so I thought I will put the 5 week olds out in the sun shine. I set up a play pen area right against the house. Mind you not 3 feet from the slider I am sewing at. The chicks were having a blast for about an hour. Then I hear them making a thunder of racket. I jumped up and put on my shoes assuming it was the big girls picking on them through the fence. But NO. A hawk had grabbed one of the little ones. I hollered and it dropped it, but it was already dead. Needless to say, I scooped the other ones up and put them back in the brooder.
I can't blame anyone but myself for not covering the playpen, but I assumed they were safe right near the door. I know food is scarace with 2 1/2 feet of snow still on the ground so I can't blame the hawk. I'm just sad I lost a little one, but I love the hawks so I'm torn knowing it had a decent meal.
Thanks. I needed to vent that out of my system.
Faye
I can't blame anyone but myself for not covering the playpen, but I assumed they were safe right near the door. I know food is scarace with 2 1/2 feet of snow still on the ground so I can't blame the hawk. I'm just sad I lost a little one, but I love the hawks so I'm torn knowing it had a decent meal.
Thanks. I needed to vent that out of my system.
Faye