Ugh. The one neighborhood terror stops by to torture my flock when they're free-ranging. I caught him once with his little sister, each had a bird in hand. I told them to put them down and never pick them up again. I told them that they could visit, but they were not allowed tormenting them, no chasing, no picking up, just watch. Well, the next day, the little brat was crawling over our 4-wheeler trying to catch a chick. I told him not to come back again. This is the same kid that tried to kick the basement door in when the BF first moved in. It was an "abandoned" house for two years, so apparantly the little heathen would come into the basement and play around in here. The sad thing is, he's maybe 10, his sister is 6 or 7, and they roam the neighborhood alone all of the time.