- Mar 29, 2013
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Scary day today. I was sitting in my office, which has a window that looks out through a covered porch and into the front yard. I had been checking on the chickens rather regularly. They've been extra naughty and crossing the street to the neighbor's yard lately. But I didn't really see them today at all. I looked a few times, but they weren't out in the open like usual, in any of their favorite haunts. Suddenly, I hear a really weird squawk and open the curtain to look out and I see A HUGE bird FLYING down my porch and out and away. For a moment, it looked like one of my buffs, but chickens don't fly like that. Then I realize it was a hawk. I drop my work and run outside freaking out. The hawk is gone and I start calling for my girls. I can't find them immediately. I run over to far end of the house and something goes crashing into the woods. There are also about 5 crows flying around screaming like mad. My husband comes out to see what I am calling frantically about. Obviously I felt panicked. Finally I go back to the side of the house where my office window was and see my girls back behind the house in the woods, stock still. The hawk comes back with his buddy. They are circling the yard across the street where the girls have been going without permission. They are also screaming at the crows, who are screaming at them from farther down the street. From this vantage, I can see they are definitely red tailed hawks. Finally they move off, my girls haven't made a peep. I went in and got some scratch and lure them all to me. All 9. I'm supposed to have 10. And then we see the pile of feathers on the ground. I'm crushed. I start bringing my girls back to the far end of the house where their coop and covered run are. My husband and I are trying to figure out who was taken. The feathers are barred rock, of which I had two. But the one left has lost her "bracelet"- her zip tie so I know who she is. I can't tell them apart otherwise. As we walk back to the other side of the house, the other barred rock comes out from under the porch. She is perfectly fine! I checked her over several times, but can't find any scrapes, cuts, or anything else. Apparently the hawk tried to grab her, but she ran too fast and all it got was some fluff from the back leg area. Luckily, there was a small space between the lattice under the porch and the ground and she was able to squeeze in there to be safe. (I'm fairly certain the girls have been using this small space as an entrance/exit to the newly discovered underporch.) This is my first predator attack. I was shaky. I still am, 8 hours later. I left the girls locked up while we went our for a few hours and then let them out to roam again when we got home. And hawks were no where to be seen. I'm impressed my girls knew enough to stay in the woods for the most part. They don't usually go in the woods. They prefer the open yard. I thought maybe they were just finally looking there for food since the yard food is winding down for the season. Apparently not. Pretty sure they knew the hawks were out there.