Recently, I went out to the backyard for something and was greeted with an unexpected visitor just hanging out on our lawn. The second I came out the door he booked it, making haste for the wall. But instead of hopping it and running off, he just hung out. Watching me. But more importantly, watching our chickens.

This is the third time I’ve seen a hawk in our Long Beach, California backyard. They want chicken for lunch soooo bad, guys. Every sighting has been when it’s started getting cold, so I’m guessing they spot our girls and try to get at em because food’s getting a little scarce… in the balmy 60 degree winter? I dunno. But move along, buddy. You’ll get no chicken tenders here.