Two dead chickens as the Goshawk arrives for lunch

Fresh eggs laid by happy chooks(Australian for chicken)- this is what we aspire to serving our B&B guests for breakfast: Smoked Salmon with Scrambled Eggs, Eggs Benedict etc etc. Our old chooks were no longer producing enough eggs for us so we decided to get some little chicks.

They arrived at Easter and were freshly hatched. They lived in a cage in our living room for the first month and then were upgraded to the chook house with the retirees, who regally allowed them to join their accommodation.

Now at 8 weeks old they have been allowed out on their own to forage in the afternoon, and this is where the Goshawk comes in. It only took him two days to find them and exploding from a nearby tree he grabs a chook with his talons, pecks its eyes out and then eats the brain. The rest was left behind. Enter Kimmy, our three year old Rottweiler who is currently being trained not to chase, annoy, or eat chickens. She gets caught up in the excitement, chooks fly everywhere and she grabs one. It probably died of shock. Now Kimmy is in the doghouse. So we started with 21 babies and the score today is 19 alive and terrified, 1 dead - goshawk, 1 dead - Kimmy.