Eyeballed

By a chicken..
Walking along the old wagonway we were suddenly aware we were being watched, things were quiet, too quiet...
Peering through a fence and some shrubbery we identified the silent stalkers, eyes were tracking our movement along the path, perhaps the hens had not wanted to blow their cover.?

Anyway, whatever their cunning plan was we'd rumbled it.
I swung the old Sony 203mm around and took a shot through the bush..
That stopped their little game and here's the evidence to prove it..