You can not compare wild animals to domesticated animals breed for all intents and purposes in captivity. Wild animals are more alert and use their colorings to blend into their surroundings and the ones that get caught are usually for lack of better wording, stupider because they weren't aware or didn't sense the danger. Hence survival of the fittest. Predators watch for the weakest, the one that acts lame to protect others, the one that can't sit still and twitches giving away its position. They plan their attacks, just like humans do - they lay and wait for the right moment or perch and determine which way is the best way to swoop in.
Domesticated animals are used to humans protecting them, so some are not as alert as they should be and are not as adapt at blending into their surroundings. The ability to evade and dive for cover is probably the only trait they have left from their wild ancestors. And even that is sometimes taught because of having survived an attack.
And even those that are alert learn to be so from their particular surroundings and how they interact with their humans.
I am deaf, and I pay attention way more then the average person does to my animals for signs of anything. They know when they're out of the pen, I'm home and just inside the glass backdoor. So if they see something, they all run for the door and tilt their heads sideways to the sky. I come running out and yep there's a hawk waaaaaaaaaaay up there. So I sit out with them, they go back to doing ducky things. Or if hawk is close enough for me to see wingtips - I usher them into the pen, which they are afraid to walk to unless I have their backs. They learned that I'm their protector so they don't try to protect themselves - that scares me cause there is absolutely no covering for them on the deck except the picnic table. Which at times they will crowd up under it, if they're scared enough.
Skye sleeps outside with them, most nights and when she doesn't if she hears something, she'll open the glass door herself and go out to check and scare off.
These are just my observations btw...
because I read what most of y'all have written about protecting my flock, I only had one horrible loss because of naivety. I went all out - from guarding them with a rake during prime hawk times until I could afford their pen to sleeping in a tent outside with them to make sure they were secure until I got their new coop.
And let's not forget, speedy and fancy didn't even go outside unless it was to the car with me until they were about 6/7 months old... yes, I am overprotective.