Well, about two hours ago, this nasty, miserable, lop-jawed, cross-eyed, critter.. OK, it was a beautiful, very large, Red-Tailed hawk, but it flew right into the middle of my chicken compound and landed on top of the poor Australorp hen that just missed being fox poop in April! The hen squealed, Cinder, the young rooster dove on the hawk's back and grabbed a beak-full of wing joint and a hundred-eighty pound, ****** off white boy drop-kicked his Red-Tailed butt back over the fence. The rooster's still dizzy and the hen lost some fletching, but they're both alive and 'Lucky' the hawk is too. Lucky, I wasn't packing a pistol
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