I was heading to town at lunch the other day and noticed the chickens were all grouped inside the covered run. The rooster was crowing every so often, and he was keeping the hens behind him.
Suddenly, a heavy shadow broke from the trees and drug across the chicken run like fingernails on a chalkboard! It was a chicken hawk, and it was prowling about for a tasty poultry meal!
I was glad to see that the white rooster protected the flock. He would puff his chest out and screech at the top of his little lungs every time that shadow was where he could see it. No chickens were lost because of his due diligence, and the hawk soon moved on to the big pasture to hunt for field mice.