We have three, six week old Narragansett poults that are in a pen out in the yard. Monday night when we came home there was a wild turkey female hanging around the pen. She has been there ever since. If we go out there she does the wounded wing routine to try and lead us away just like they were hers. The babies are under a tree where my barred rocks and guineas hang out. The wild mama is just hanging out with everybody now.