The other day, I was helping my mom take out the garbage. The cans are on the side of our house, so just as we were going inside, I saw a red-tailed hawk swooping above our back yard!
I shrieked, "LOOK! A HAWK!" My mom whipped around to look at it, but it was too late. "Hawkeye" (named after a stuffed hawk that Ben has) had flown into our neighbor Ed's giant pine tree.
We got a little worried; after all, hawks do eat chickens, correct? But we haven't had any further problems with Mr. Hawkeye, although we did see him swooping over the yard again yesterday. Wish us luck (especially for the poor chickens!!)