I have been losing my baby chickens to a hawk lately,and lately I have been watching their habits. This morning I was a witness to the attack. I went out before sunrise this morning and sat watching the chickens. I guessed right on location and time,but made the wrong choice of weapons. Took the .22 rifle,and missed. I'll be ready with the 12 gauge next time. Beautiful hawk,but he got little Chester a couple of days ago,and Lovey,and Bruce. This morning,it was Thelma. Yes they all had names,and were all pets. The hawk has to go.