I was looking out at the chickens this morning. The rooster is constantly looking for danger. He’s scanning the sky, he’s watching the ground. The hens are out scratching in the dirt, looking for bugs. They’re looking up at the blooming fruit trees trying to figure out how they can reach the blooms. An empty plastic flower pot went blowing across the yard. That looked dangerous to the rooster so he started squawking and the hens all ran for cover. There are shrubs they will run under or they’ll get under the chicken coop.
A few minutes later, a buzzard flew over and Wilbur, the rooster, started squawking again. Then hens again ran for cover.
I told Vince . . those hens are oblivious. They never look up. They have no idea how hard Wilbur works to protect them. Vince said “That’s how women are!” Oh, Vince .. just when I was trying to decide if I was going to get up and cook or shop online for yarn. 🙂
Speaking of danger, there was a red tail hawk out Saturday driving the chickens nuts. I must have gone outside a dozen times to scare him away. We ended up with a dead chicken so I’m not sure if she was running to get away and ran into something and broke her neck (they do that occasionally) or if the hawk got her and then dropped her. It’s been years since we lost a chicken to a predator and I hate when that happens. We do all we can do to protect them but sometimes, our best just isn’t good enough.