| Right after the November election, I suggested that we all focus on putting our lives in order, creating a strong foundation to meet the challenges ahead. While I rarely follow the advice I so freely dispense to others, reflecting back over the last couple of months it seems that this time I may actually have followed through.Without consciously reminding myself daily, its seems I’ve been on a major campaign of repair, repair, repair. The back chimney of the house is right now encased in a mason’s scaffolding, so it can be re-mortared and its shift away from the house arrested. Rotting window sills have been replaced.The farm has received even more attention than the house. This weekend Eric and I took apart and put back together, with fresh webbing, the chair we seat the sheep in to clip their hooves. I for the first time in my life successfully cut a pane of glass, which I used to replace a window pane in the chicken coop that’s been broken for the entire 24 years I’ve owned the place. I’ve lavished a great deal of effort on the chicken coop, in fact, most of it devoted to critter-proofing.Just before we left for Christmas, the red tailed hawk, one of a pair that has been constantly on the prowl around the farm for the past couple of years, got into the enclosed front chicken yard for the first time in months and killed one of my new chickens. I determined how it got in by seeing it as it managed to fly out, at the east end of the chicken yard where there was a previously invisible gap, and Eric and I re-affixed all the top netting at that end.A couple of weeks later, I came out one afternoon to find the hawk in the yard again. I knew it had been perching at the west end, trying to get in, but thought I had it stymied. In fact, I had it stymied enough that when it saw me coming and tried to leave, it couldn’t figure out how to get out. I had to net it to get it outside the coop, from where it flew away.Intent on finding its route in, I examined every inch of the caging, and found that a tangle of vines at the west end, which had overgrown and completely obscured the fencing, had also partly collapsed the top couple of feet of fence, leaving a very wide opening through which the hawk had clearly come. The clematis paniculata at the west end and the wisteria at the east end of the enclosure, which Peter and I had planted for picturesque effect, had a down side. I spent an afternoon cutting back the vines, reinstalling cross bars, and re-affixing the fencing.Thankfully, there were no chicken casualties from this incursion. The hens had seen the hawk and all ran inside, hiding under a table top. The hawks seem unwilling to follow them inside the building.But stuff keeps happening.This Saturday morning, barely an hour after I finished chores, I came back outside and was instantly struck that the chicken yard was uncharacteristically devoid of chickens, despite the relatively balmy temperature. Once again my nemesis hawk was there. Once again the chickens were in hiding. The hawk’s mate was perched in a tree branch just above the yard, outside the enclosure, waiting. Upon my approach, the inside hawk started flying frantically back and forth trying to exit the yard, but again could not find an exit. |