I find the gentle clucking of a mother hen very soothing. I've learnt to run outside brandishing a big stick when their clucking turns to alarm. I'm learning to interpret their various clucks. Becoming something of a cluck expert I am. I wonder how many of those are around.
One morning shortly after the hens had been let out of their coop (where I lock them for their own good at night) I noticed a 'different' cluck. Little mother hen, Midnight, was definitely talking to her chicks in a slightly concerned fashion but she wasn't quite alarmed.
I looked out the front door to see what was causing her concern, examined the sky, no hawk to be seen even in the distance, no wild cat (there has been a beautiful little black wild cat spotted from time to time and this has been blamed for a missing chick), no dogs, nothing. Then I looked where she was looking
and after watching for a little saw something move, then jump on to an old tyre.
Midnight stayed on alert till it hopped away. I don't think she knew quite what to make of it, but she definitely knew it was something different in her world.
But this afternoon it was back, around the back of the house this time. It stayed there long enough for Georgia to see it.
So we had to launch the Catch the Bunny offensive.
Now that's bound to work, isn't it?