It appears my ducklings are mighty hunters. A house fly got into their brooder and it was chaos. All 12 of the week old ducklings were determined to get it. The fly couldn't get out of the brooder because there is a hood. The ducklings couldn't catch it because it was too far over their heads. The panicked fly was zooming around with an entire pack of pushing, shoving, jumping, snapping, fluffy little peeps in slap-footed pursuit, each one trying to be the one to catch it and not allow anyone else to be the one to catch it. The feeder got tipped over. Water and shavings were flung all over. The fly got away, and nobody suffered permanent injury, not even the fly. I gotta tell you. The ducklings sure slept well afterwards. Probably dreaming of how to actually catch the fly the next time.