So, today, the neighborhood Hawk decided to go after one of our chickens. Good thing she was too fat for him to fly off with. It's really weird, b/c I've seen him flying around the area the past few days. I even asked Stacie last night if she thought the chickens were too big for the hawk to go after. But evidently, they're not. So, luckily Travis was home to scare away the Hawk otherwise, he might have just fought her on the ground. Poor chicken.

Travis, feel free to elaborate. . .

. . . let me creep to the mic like a phantom.

Travis here.


I was sitting in my room, tickling my balls, when I heard all of the chickens let out a collective cluck of terror.

Chickens are scared of everything, including strong breezes and lizard farts, so for the first millisecond, I wasn't going to even look outside. But I had never seen them all bolt into a corner and cower like this before, and I could just tell something was wrong. Perhaps I have some sort of heightened awareness to all living things - a fifth sense, if you will.

So I look out my window and there is a goddamned hawk on top of a chicken. and they're doing a funny kind of flapping fandango.

The hawk is grabbing the chicken with its talons and trying to lift it off the ground, but the chicken is at least 1.5 times if not twice the size of the hawk, so it can't lift it.

Keep in mind, i am describing the blurry impression of the scene I got in less than half a second, because immediately, I'm sprinting out of my room, around the corner, the door is locked! unlock the door, crash through the screen door and make noise and clap and yell.

The hawk dropped the chicken. I made muscles.

Currently listening : Let It Be By The Beatles Release date: 25 October, 1990