I think I have mentioned that one of Miss T's hobbies is raising a coop full of chickens. For the last few years we have had anywhere from thirty to one hundred and fifty...
chickens running around during the day. Let me state up front, I don't DO chickens, I am not a chicken expert, and what I know about them... comes from overheard conversations between Tina and the "Flock." 
That's what I call all the chicken folks that call to talk to Miss T, male or female. One woman called and I took the phone out to the boss. Tina asked: "Who is it?" I said: "One of the Flock." I hear the woman burst out laughing on the phone, I mean, she's dying. I say: "I'm sorry, no offense." "No, no," she said, still laughing, "It's just that's what MY husband calls all the chicken folk that call HERE."
Where was I?
Oh yeah, six feet tall. So, what I learned, was mostly by watching the flock, the actual flock. I learned what we mean by "mean old biddy" and "pecking order". The origin of the phrase "mother hen," and "cock of the walk." But it was watching the flock where I discovered that chickens are evil.
A six foot long snake crawled out to sun himself.
The rooster spotted him and called his girls. A half dozen hens and the rooster KILLED the snake and the flock tore it apart and in less than a half hour there wasn't much left but scratched grass. 
Before we had chickens, we had mice. A mouse, moving in daylight... is a scooby snack. I had NO idea what carnivores chickens were. I saw four chickens fight over a mouse. It wasn't pretty. We don't really have much of a mouse problem any more. Heck, one of the hens caught a smaller snake, ran from the other hens while she slurped it up like a six year old with a spaghetti noodle.
If chickens were six feet tall, they would be modern day dinosaurs.
Alpha predators.We would hunt them, with a back up. Their one failing, is they go into a trance at night....
You could find their nest and whack them with a bat... 
