The hawks, the raccoon..I'd like to just have chickens.

So I know being a Hawken Hawk, I'm suppose to love and believe the Hawk is the best mascot possible. I've come to hate Hawks this week. On Saturday, when I went to go tuck the chickens in for bed, Tater (a black and white chick), was all bloody and had his tail bitten off. I'm 90% sure it was one of those hawks that circles above the coop everyday and makes its intimidating cry. So, to keep that mean bird out from the babies, we built a "hawk net" on top of the coop. It keeps out the hawks, and makes me less worried about them all the time.

I was sent to Costco on Monday to find as many boxes as possible. We are using cardboard to line the paths in our garden and the perimeter of the garden. On top of the cardboard we are putting wood chips down, both which will help prevent and keep weeds from growing. 

Yesterday, Mr. Wilson had Stuart and I create a bucket with holes in the bottom to hold a piece of roadkill. He insists that this is great source of protein for the chickens, because as it decomposes it attracts bugs and then the birds eat the bugs. I'd rather just cook them eggs in the morning then have to deal with that smelly mess. Regardless, Stuart and I found a huge dead, bleeding out of the mouth raccoon on Sherman road. Below is a video for proof. I refuse to put that bucket near my chickens...there is no way that is healthy, or safe.

Today Stuart and I, before our AP Statistics exam at noon, put in all new fencing around the chicken coop and run. It looks amazing, and we put in a nice gate that opens and closes for easy access. I thought I'd end my blog for the day by showing a picture of the chicks. Tonight when I went to tuck them in (I have to let them out of their coop at dawn and lock them back up at dusk) they were all already in their coop, ready for bed. It's interesting to watch how chickens have personalities and like to have a structure and schedule to their life.