January 28, 2014 – What a terrifying afternoon! A hawk swooped down from a large tree and took up position on the ground next to our run. He was contemplating which one of us would make the best dinner! Tim spotted him first and let out a shrill warning cry. The lot of us flew into the coop, squawking and shrieking and running into one another like lunatics! The hens in the other two coops heard the warning and followed suit. The air was filled with panic and fear.
This is the first time a hawk has been brazen enough to sit on the snow and watch us. We were so shaken up that our first reaction was to get into the henhouse rather than stand there and fight him off with our arsenal of slingshots and crabapples. So much for safety drills and predator attack planning. I grabbed my colander helmet and huddled in the corner with the rest of my crew.
Thankfully, Mom was in the garage at the time. She heard the commotion and came running. That’s when the winged thug flew off into the woods. We were safe in our covered run, but it was frightening nonetheless. Mom said that the hawk must be having a hard time finding food this winter. This is why we haven’t been free ranging. I guess I can understand the hawk being hungry, but why not ask someone for a sandwich? I would have gladly sent him on his way with a pound of baloney. But to sit there, Mr. Hawk, drooling over us? That’s just rude.
Ps: I hope you find food soon. I truly do. Try potatoes. There’s so much you can do with them, and they don’t have names like we do.