Story #2

It had been a chaotic weekend and we ended up with my grandparents' dog. We let the girls out -we checked on them every 10 minutes or so. The dog- Ana- stared at the chickens from the inside. She suddenly barked, and we looked outside. A hawk flew out of nowhere; scattering the chickens. I shoved Ana in my bedroom and Mom and I ran outside. Ava started crying -Sunny was her last chicken (and still is). I went to the garage to grab a broom to fend off the enemy (2 hawks). Luna was cowering where the hawk couldn't get her, and I threw her into the safe garage. All chickens were safe, and we never let the chickens out by themselves.