Went out to check on my baby flock (14 weeks old) this morning and I saw that a wild bird, a wren, had somehow got trapped in the pen with them and was frantically flying around. Instead of being afraid of it, as I thought the chicks would be, they were stalking it! With my cockerel in the lead, they were waiting for the bird to land on something and then slowly sneaking up on it. Once again I am thankful that I'm too big to be considered a meal. Bunch of yard sharks.