Lesson 1156 – Quotable Chicks

Friday’s Quotes for the Chicks


Goodbye friend.

There are many things that will definitely get a mom’s attention. “She’s choking” is one, “He’s bleeding” is another and yesterday it was “Mom, there’s a big bird attacking a chicken.”

And I had just written about birds of prey in our neighborhood.

I ran from my desk to the backyard to see a large bird (larger than a hawk, smaller than an eagle, my guess is still falcon) pulling meat from something on the ground. Other than that terrible bird, there were no other chickens in sight.

I picked up a stick (twig) and ran toward the bird who tried to fly away with his meal but he ended up dropping it in flight. It was then that I discovered we had lost our little Isabelle. Isabelle, the one we had just gotten through her illness. The one who survived. The lucky one, we thought.

I know that when you free range, you are going to lose some birds.

I know that a hawk/eagle/falcon had been spotted in our neighborhood and someone even saw it fly away with a cat.

And I know that since her illness Isabelle has been a little, well, touched. She seemed to have forgotten how to protect herself. How to find the way home by herself. How to work with the flock.

I know all this, but still – darn, darn, darn, darn, darn. I just hate losing a bird, especially one that’s been a favorite for the last 5 years. Dying of old age is one thing, dying by violence is quite another.

The rest of the flock had been spooked and had scattered to various hiding places. It took Emma and me a good hour to coax everyone out from under the hen house, from low bushes deep in the woods, and from under an overturned rowboat that our neighbors had stashed in the woods (the good news is that I may have finally found where our eggs are being laid.)

Once the chickens realized it was us (friends not foes) calling for them, they raced toward us and let us herd them back to the hen house. Our chickens recognized that we were the protectors and that we were there to keep them safe. The terrified hens under the row boat were the last to come out, but eventually after standing nearby and calling for them they trusted us more than they believed their fear.

I suspect that Isabelle was taken because she was small and standing out alone in the newly raked yard – which only made her white and black presence glaringly obvious. There’s not much I can do to protect my flock from a hawk – again it’s a choice you make when you decide to free range, but rest assured, if we have another attack, the chickens are going to be staying in the coop, no longer free ranging for a while.

For now, I’ve got a large warrior stick by the back door and if that bird comes again, let it be known that I won’t be afraid to use it.


 Be safe and see you all next week.


Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com

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Filed under All things chickens, Life Lessons, Personal, Quotable Chicks

4 responses to “Lesson 1156 – Quotable Chicks

  1. Cathy

    So very sorry for your loss of Isabelle, never easy losing one of our beloved birds

  2. Marcia

    Good article! It really is a gamble to choose to free range your chickens. That’s why we charge more for their eggs than others do. I still think $2/dozen is cheaper than what I should be charging. For all the times we have to check on our flocks and take a headcount every time we are near them….it is a lot of fussing and mothering, but we really do love and appreciate our chickens!

  3. Sarah

    So sorry for your loss. She was a beautiful bird.

    Predators are a way of life for free range birds. But I think I would rather see them happily running around than cooped up out of sight of the sky. My farmer’s chickens have been taken by hawks and foxes and a neighborhood dog, but they lay better eggs and just seem happier even with the risk. The one that gets me is that cheeky Cooper’s who comes and sits on top of the coop waiting for someone to come out!

  4. Gale Thomas-Goodman

    Mine have been in lock down since I lost one to a weasel.,,

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