He killed my little buddy a few days before Christmas. Mr. Boh, we miss you everyday. He was a sweet and gentle soul. Protective, loving towards his hens, respectful to us. Great little man. He was a fairly large bantom, not sure what he was. Barred rock? we bought him for 4 dollars from a byb, thinking he was a hen. He was our first loss from a predator. Anyway, my four hens have been couped/runned since. The hawk comes back every **** day. I know now when he's here even when I can't see him. The wild birds leave the feeder, everything gets still and quiet and the hair stands up on the back of my neck. One of the blue jays starts alerting, and generally about 5 minutes after that he does a pass over the yard. We don't have crows here unfortunately, but occasionally I hear one caw in the distance and within a few minutes I see the hawk. I'm amazed he finds anything to eat, because it seems like he's always here! Needless to say, my hens are going crazy. I rigged up a little four foot high pen that leads out from their 6 by 10 covered run. I have to sit out there with them since they could jump it and it's uncovered, but at least they get some grass! I can't do anything else but sit on a 5 gallon bucket and watch them desperately slurp down grass, because as soon as I open that run door the hawk does a fly by within 5 to 10 minutes. He is NOT afraid of me, at all! I ordered a bird banger pistol with screamer rounds for a whooping $150 dollars. I'm so looking forward to repeatedly scaring the crap out of this guy. I'm so over it. I feel like I myself am being hunted. Thankfully now when I yell "HAWK!" all the girls run into the coop.