Went out this evening to let the chickens out for a pre-roost-romp and some general chicken related chores and what do I hear? Squak, Bawk, O lawd is that a hawk? Sure enough it was, and I see Taco, one of my Rhode Island Reds, in the deviants talons. I yell and go running out of the pen, with murderous intent, just as the hawk drops the flapping chicken to the ground. No blood but a broken wing and some missing feathers. The chicken is wrapped up in some Vet tape and will probably have to be segregated for a week or so. The sad thing is, I even heard the crows making an uproar which usually is indicative of a predator of some sort being in the area.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 03:08:03 +0000
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