Changes

I moved from the city to the country life. Moving to the country has some changes that come with it. Let me preface this with the fact that we have chickens and pigs. Well, my husband had chickens and pigs, which means I inherited them. Speaking of those changes....I was startled awake just before 1 this morning by chickens squawking. Will jolted out of bed and immediately left the room and ran downstairs. He had turned on the large spotlight that overlooked the barn. Naturally, I got out of bed and watched from the window, as I had no idea what was happening. I saw him grab a shovel from the barn and hit it against the tractor (to hopefully scare away any animal that may be out there). There's a tree that blocks the view of the chicken coop, so I couldn't see much. I crawled back in bed and just listened. I heard the chickens for a few minutes and then I heard him come back inside. When he came back to bed I asked him what happened. We forgot to close the chickens tonight. They know to go into the coop when it gets dark, but there is a little door to the coop that usually gets locked at night. As well as the door to the coop (they have a little area that they can walk around and not be roaming the yard where hawks can swoop down and get them). Turns out a possum had gotten in and the chickens were scared, hence the noise. Fast forward to this afternoon.I left work a little early and got home just a few minutes before Will. I was resting my eyeballs for a few minutes (remember that awesome middle of the night wake up call). I heard him come home and he came upstairs. "Did you just hear that screaming?" he asked me. I said yes, but I thought it was a neighbor kid running around. Just so you know, his neighbors aren't close and I don't think any of them have small children that would be yelling like they were enjoying a summer afternoon. He handed me his phone and said, "we may have lost a chicken." The picture he was showing me was of a hawk, standing over his prey. This hawk looked pretty pissed that his picture was being taken. Turns out the hawk had gotten a bunny, not a chicken. These are now the things that occur during my days. A little different than just hearing trax run by my house every half hour or hearing my neighbor's dog bark constantly. Farm life.