South Dakota weather has been beautiful this week.
It has been a perfect 75 degrees during the day; 50 in the morning and night. Ranchers and farmers everywhere are making the most of this weather by fixing fence and equipment.
I decided to take an afternoon walk with my pups. The exercise is always good for them; but is particularly good for me as well.
After figuring out the leash situation (they are not to accustomed to it), we were ready to go.
Down the trail we headed, me tugging lolly-gagging Milo to catch up while losing my voice at Tobi because she runs so far ahead.
Ten minutes into our walk, I heard a predatory-like screeching. I look to the sky, and what do I see? A Yorkies worst nightmare: the Chicken Hawk.
Chicken hawks are known for killing chickens, chicks, pheasants (South Dakota’s state bird), rabbits, and not uncommonly, small pets.
This bird circled over us a few times, screeching. I scooped up the three of them, as the impact of the hawk alone could kill them.
I can only imagine the sight the few passing cars had of a gal walking, holding her three dogs.
If they only knew.
While the bird graciously moved on; he’ll be back. Or one like it, anyways. Lurking in the trees, waiting for another opportunity to arise.
It is great the lengths a country girl has to go to protect her animals while admiring the beautiful predators in its natural form.
It’s survival of the fittest out here.
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