All Fowled Up

 Remember this little fellow?

Henery Hawk from Looney Tunes. 

“I’m a chicken hawk and I smell chicken.”  His agenda was to catch a chicken. 

Even though this cartoon was all fun and games, tonight I discovered this is a real life problem in my world.

I know there is a hawk around this place where I live.  Probably more than one.  Sometimes I see him sitting on top of an electrical pole, scouting for a field mouse or a snake in the prairie.  Other times I see him swooping and flying low, at times hovering above the pasture grasses.  I suspect he’s the one who killed the guinea bird that lived here when we bought the place. 

Maybe you’ll remember the guinea bird who got hung up in the fence and broke his leg.  Soon after, feathers were everywhere and he was something’s dinner.  Probably the hawk. 

I’m very aware that I need to protect my chicks from predators, hawks being one of them.  I am hoping, however, that they won’t be a terrible problem.

I took my girls outside again today for some fresh air and exercise. 

They were happy little peckers, enjoying the fenced in yard.

Every couple of minutes, I did a quick headcount to make sure none had run through the gap between the pickets of the fence.

They seemed to be staying put, so I left the yard to go just a few feet to feed the horses.  Then I fed the dogs. 

I glanced over the fence, pointing as I counted chicken heads.  They were all accounted for.  Still pecking around the grass, attempting to fly, and exploring the world outside.  Innocent of all things evil.

I needed to get a bucket of fresh straw to put in their box before I took them in.  The hay is in the next pasture.  They would be fine.  I would only be gone a minute.  What could possibly go wrong?

I headed out with my bucket, fully aware of the danger they were in being left unattended.

Bending over to gather the straw, it was then that I noticed it.  The ominous black shadow of outstretched wings.  I gazed upward and saw the hawk, soaring, gliding through the sky.

A surge of panic overtook me.  I envisioned my whole flock being annihilated in one fell swoop.  That’s probably not likely, but you know how your mind runs away in a moment of panic.

I began to run.  Sprinting through the pasture with a bucket of straw, staring at the sky, wondering if I could outrun a hawk, considering hollering and waving my arms.  I must have looked like a complete goonie bird to my neighbor who of course, drove down the road at that exact time.

I managed to get to the yard, despite sucking wind.  Heart pounding, I grabbed up the chicks two or three at a time, put them in a box, chased the last lone one for a good 70 seconds, and dragged them safely in the house.

They’re sleeping peacefully now.  Completely unaware of the danger they narrowly escaped. 

They may never leave the house again.

Dang  that chickenhawk.

Author: Angel

I’m Angel, a.k.a. Rocket Surgeon, and these are my chronicles. I love writing and I believe our stories should be shared, so here you’ll find anecdotes of my life, loves, worries, fears, joys, and experiences. I blog about my mishaps and adventures as a wife, mommy, auntie, wanna-be writer, teacher, Texan, country/city/mountain girl, cereal killer and Jesus-freak. A few things you might discover about me: •Jesus is my everything; without Him I am nothing, but with him I can do all things •My family makes this world a better place for me to live in •I adore chickens, the live ones, although the cooked ones aren’t too bad either •I have 2 dogs: Grace and Ozzie. And one cat: Rocky Muffin •My dream job would be to raise chickens and write best sellers Thanks for stopping by. Kick off your shoes and stay awhile. I know your time is valuable and I honor you for spending a few moments here with me. I hope you find something to brighten your day, lighten your load, make you chuckle and remind you of the good in the world. “When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will." Pollyanna I’m always eager to meet new online friends, so leave a comment and introduce yourself.

4 thoughts on “All Fowled Up”

  1. I have a “strraaaange” feeling these babies are NEVER going to make it to the chicken house!! Has anyone ever kept their grown up chckens in the house???? for forever!! You are such a good momma! Until next time …Donna


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