It’s easy for me to hate an evil thing that swoops down from the sky and takes innocent cats or dogs back to its nest to tear alive to pieces.
I’ve been lucky that so far no hawk has been able to attack my chickens and ducks. I lost one chicken, which was left out of the coop one evening (she refused to go in) and either a visiting dog got her or perhaps the owl we sometimes hear during the night got her. But, as beautiful as birds of prey are, I am no longer as enamored of them as I was because I’ve become attached to my small flock, each of which has her own personality and are great egg layers. So far I’ve either seen the hawks flying near by, grabbed a treat for the flock and managed to call them into the covered pen or the hens have raised a loud alarm and I’ve gone out and again managed to get them safely fenced in.