Today I became some sort of chicken therapist.
I'm not currently living with my chickens. Their caretaker called me because there had been a hawk attack and she couldn't find Bianca, my favorite hen.
We live in a suburban area where hawks are very rare. That's why we let them free roam. Nothing happened in 3 years and then, suddenly, a hawk?!
But it was true. The mother****er was still flying in circles above the yard when I arrived in the caretaker's home.
She was crying the hell out of herself, telling me what she had seen and that she was afraid that the hawk could've taken Bianca away.
Bianca is a chronically ill hen. I spent a lot of time and money to save her. She still requires special care. Her caretaker said: "She can't end up like this after all you've done to save her".
I said: "No, I don't want to think the worst either, she must be hidden somewhere".
And YES! I walked around the house calling her and then I saw her little head pop up from below the car! She had reacted to my voice but she was still too scared to come out so I picked her up myself and told her everything was fine.
She had some blood in her comb but otherwise she was fine! Just traumatized, like the others.
After a cuddle session I put her in the run and told her caretaker not to free range them for the time being. They didn't look like they wanted to be outside of the coop anyway. Poor girls!
The rooster was super nervous and some of the ladies were still trembling so I stayed a while with them and talked to them to calm them all down.
After I left, my caretaker told me that they had come out of the coop and were eating in the run. Phew.