I was relaxing on the
futon with two snuggly cats and a good book when the hawk swooped down
out of nowhere. "Aaaah!" I shrieked and our more skittish cat
fled the house just as fast as our tweens scattered in terror.
I couldn't tell at first
whether anyone had been taken. The tweens had gone to ground
under the trailer or in the weeds and wouldn't come out no matter how
much grain I rattled.
Slowly, they crept
forth. Eight chickens, nine chickens, twelve chickens.
Finally, all fourteen tweens were accounted for --- thank goodness!
I've been reading that
even in optimal pastured situations, less than a quarter of the
chickens are willing to brave the great outdoors at any given
time. I can just imagine farmers prodding Cornish Cross out the
door of the coop --- "When I was your age, chickens played
outside! No TV-watching, couch potatoes on my farm!"
Repeated studies have
shown that adding trees or bushes to a pasture entices more chickens
outside. Now I know why. Could our forest pastures be the reason we've never
had a hawk attack until now?