A bird in the hand is worth three in the coup

This morning my post on Facebook read;

"made jambalaya last night. Between the table scraps from prep and what was scraped off the plates after, my chickens and red wigglers are becoming quite accustomed to good eats."

Apparently a hawk or falcon, don't know which was also on Facebook, cause just a bit after I posted, Skye and I hear the chickens squawking.

I send her down to check and....

"Emergency......There's a hawk in the chicken area!!!!"




A beautiful raptor but how was I to get him/her out. I was more than a little nervous about grabbing him with these crazy talons, not to mention the sharp beak.



Not looking happy or co-operative.



At this point the little guy was pretty tired from flaying about trying to escape.




I asked Skye to get a picture of me and the hawk.

I was hoping for a shot that was a bitter wider, like maybe my face. Skye assured me that because you could see the solar panels in the background, you'd know it was our house, and who else would be holding a hawk in our back yard?

Good point?



I only have eyes for you.