The fat old tom cat- was goobering around in the yard. He made the mistake of crouching and pretending to stalk one of the chicks. Hawk launched herself like a speckled red missile. She hit Russel in the back of the head so hard cat hair flew out in a circle.
Carrying laundry to the line and going to her knees as hawk catches her in gthe back of her head.
Coming back from the mailbox with an armload of mail, getting smashed full in the face just as he steps over the battery - powered electric fence we use to keep the goats out if the yard: paper and envelopes flying through the air as his legs hit the wires.
Fred, crouching down with all his hair up and very many teeth showing, facing Hawk who has her neck feathers ruffled out and her beak down as they get ready for head-to-head battle. Hawk winning.
A fox drawn by the meat smell from the kennel but pulled into the yard by the chicks; the fox grabbing and chick getting hit so hard by Hawk coming from the top of the woodpile.