Hawking Chickens

I had tilled the oats patch.  The chickens quite naturally fanned out across it, scratching and pecking like feathered steam shovels.  How am I gonna get them back in the pen so I can sow the oats? I wondered.  Right on cue, a very large hawk rose from the horizon oaks and commenced to gyre just off the brow of the hill, at which point the chickens sprinted off the field and straight to the coop.

So what we have learned here is that there is the distinct possibility that if a person had the time and opportunity, it is theoretically feasible that just as cow dogs herd cattle and sheep dogs herd sheep, perhaps a guy could train a hawk to herd (flock?) his chickens.

Naturally I’d have to get myself a gauntlet.

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