So the hen house is officially occupied. Thank heavens. I thought it would be easy to throw them outside because they stink, and they're pretty annoying, but instead I have acquired a slew of new worries, one of which being hawks.
BAM!
Omg doesn't it just look like it wants to eat your face? No sooner than about 15 minutes after I threw the chicks out the back door did I look up and see at least half a dozen hawks circling above our house. This launched Buster and me into a frenzied recollection of the flock. Lesson learned: running after a chicken makes it harder to catch them. Fortunately, Buster is actually an intuitive herding dog, and impressed me with his sweet herding skillz. I rounded them up into their spacious coop (see below), and they lived to see another day. This was all fine and dandy until I found out that bed bugs (my #1 fear) now carry MRSA (my #2 fear). If hawks start shooting lasers out of their eyes or grow opposable thumbs, I don't think I'll ever sleep again.
