Well, some time has passed since the hawk and coyote incidents (see the Dull Moments posts). And I think I was pretty much over the shock of knowing their are predators in our midst. Until today.
Some of you may know what comes over one in moments like these. Some may not. I assure you; something does come over you to allow you to do what I did. This is not in my nature, nor have I ever had any practice or training in this art of dealing with predators.
I got the hoe. I returned to the scene. I watched his ways. I planned out several scenarios in my head. I decided on the best plan of attack. Slowly I opened the coup door…. Wow, he was long! About 4 feet… I raised the hoe up over his head…. closed my eyes….. and put an end to the egg thief. I had imagined the worse case scenario of the aftermath and it wasn’t even close. There was very little blood but there was lots of egg yolk. I screamed and did the freak out dance and screamed some more. It was just the heebie jeebies of the whole thing, and I was grossed out and proud at the same time. I left the scene, called the husband, called my Mom, and now I’m bragging to you. I saved my animals from the further threat of the beast! And I am not kidding… as soon as I left the pasture, all 7 chickens came running out from hiding and thanked me profusely.