12/12/2024
I glanced out my window today to find a hawk feasting on one of my chickens. I ran out there and the hawk was entirely unbothered. He left his lunch and perched upon the top of the fence. I spotted a fluffy white butt under the coop and immediately knew who it belonged to and let out my breath when I saw her shift. My sweet Opal was hiding and scared. Much to my chagrin, I had already recognized the feathers all over the ground before I even went outside. āTwas my beloved Polish rooster, Albert Einstein. Iād just given him a fresh haircut last week. Heād dipped that head into water when he was drinking and his feathers froze. I heard his icicled p**f clinking together when I went to feed them, so he promptly came in to my off the books hair salon. ļæ¼He was the derpiest boy around. Cognitively, he wasnāt all there. He also only had on foot, as I had to amputate the other last year due to frost bite. He was the second chicken taken by a hawk in just as many daysš„² This is the risk I take by not having my birds in a covered run, though. The frigid temps have sent the predators on high alert. Iām sad, but this is the circle of life. The hawk needs to eat and Albert made for an easy target. I took his body to the woods next door so he could continue to feed the wild animals, thereās no sense in him going to waste.
Weāll miss ya, Albert. Thanks for the laughs over the years.