was dragged from a sound slumber by the sounds of chooks in distress. Tumbling out of bed, I stumbled blearily out to the chook pen in time to see a crow attacking my last remaining baby .... 8 already eaten by the darn scavengers as Daisy isn't into motherhood and abandoned her brood as soon as they had enough feathers not to need her night-time warmth.
I think it was more the shock of seeing me fall flat on my bum in the mud (it's been raining for 2 days and I hadn't stopped to get dressed or put on my boots) than any fear of humans that made the crow drop his screaming prey and take off. I didn't stop to worry about my damaged pride or bleeding knees as I scrabbled to my feet and slithered over to where the poor baby stood shaking and shocked.
Not too much damage - a cut over the eye all that's visible, so I gently placed her inside the chook house where she'll be safe, at least for a while.
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