Post by Mitra on Aug 17, 2007 8:06:24 GMT -5
Day before yesterday, I heard a terrible squawking and went running out with Lulu. We ran into the woods behind the coop and there he/she was! It flew away, flying low under the dense branches with my dog in hot pursuit. They both disappeared from sight. I heard the awful squawking again and realized it was coming from the side of the wood pile (tree -length logs) facing the woods. My hen, Louise, had jammed herself between two logs in an attempt to get away from the eagle but she was really stuck in this too small space. The eagle had been able to sit on the log, pecking away at her exposed shoulders and back. I couldn't get her out until I flipped her over, grabbed her feet, and pulled really hard to squeeze her out of that sliver of a space. She's a bit chewed up but seems okay otherwise.
This morning, we were enjoying our first cup of coffee on the screen porch (just after I'd released all the birds from their coops) and we heard that awful noise again. Lulu started barking and we all three ran to wards the woods behind the farthest coop. Foiled again! It took off thru the woods with Lulu in pursuit. A very bloody white leghorn emerged from the brush with huge gashes on her back and head and a long string of bloody drool hanging from her beak. She headed straight for the coop and got in a low nesting box. She's in shock still so I'm just leaving her alone.
I've been able to find two piles of barred rock feathers in the woods so I know for sure that they had lunch with the eagle as opposed to the pigs.
A more accurate score board might read:
Juvenile Eagle 7 Mitra 0
This morning, we were enjoying our first cup of coffee on the screen porch (just after I'd released all the birds from their coops) and we heard that awful noise again. Lulu started barking and we all three ran to wards the woods behind the farthest coop. Foiled again! It took off thru the woods with Lulu in pursuit. A very bloody white leghorn emerged from the brush with huge gashes on her back and head and a long string of bloody drool hanging from her beak. She headed straight for the coop and got in a low nesting box. She's in shock still so I'm just leaving her alone.
I've been able to find two piles of barred rock feathers in the woods so I know for sure that they had lunch with the eagle as opposed to the pigs.
A more accurate score board might read:
Juvenile Eagle 7 Mitra 0