It has been a week since my favorite hen "Goldie Girl" died. We were blaming the red tailed hawk that has been hanging around. We didn't see it happen, we didn't find any remains. She just disappeared. I miss her. She was a wonderful gentle bird. She would follow me into the garden and work alongside of me. She would let you pick her up and pet her. She would talk to me. She laid green eggs. Poor Goldie. I hate to think of her being attacked by something. I searched through my photos to find a picture of her.
On Friday afternoon, I returned home from an afternoon of spinning at the library. I had not let the chickens out to browse that morning, because it was a very cloudy day, and I feared that if the hawk came by, the hens wouldn't see the shadow and they would be easy prey. When I got out of my car, I heard the chickens squawking. They were very upset. I decided to sneak up on the hen house to see if I could spot the hawk. I was walking very quietly, looking up into the trees, when suddenly, about 4 feet in front of me...out of the weeds walks a bob cat! He (or she) didn't see me, he was looking at the chickens. I stood very still and after about 6 seconds, he turned his head to look at me. Our eyes locked briefly, he lowered his head to the ground, and slowly backed up into the weeds until I could no longer see him. Poor chooks. They will have to be locked up for a very long time.