The chicken hawk, the one who stole away with a good portion of my flock earlier this summer, was IN MY DRIVEWAY! He was staring intently at my hens through their pen, trying to figure out how to get to them. I could almost see the wheels turning in his little bird brain.
He flew off when he saw me, but he stuck around all day, appearing to lazily circle our area and meander through the skies. I knew what he was up to, though. I fed and watered my chickens in their little barn today, and I didn’t turn them out into the run until I was sure he was gone about 5 o’clock today.
Jake asked me if I would get in trouble with the cops for shooting the hawk. I told him I’m not that good of a shot anyway.
Rotten old chicken hawk – too bad I can’t put him in the freezer. I soooo would!!!