I wanted to share a lovely story with you. A bush turkey took up residence at my Dad's place about 6 months ago. Making itself right at home, it started to terrorise the chickens and trap them into their coup, not letting them come out during the day. It then decided that chicken eggs were very nice and started eating all the eggs. It also made sure that every tree in sight was dug up, with roots exposed to ensure maximum destruction. This all turned my father into Wylie Cyote, who has, for the last 6 months layed traps, built sling-shots, tried to catch it in netting... you name it, short of a stick of TNT, he has tried everything to get rid of that turkey, to no avail. Then one day, the door to the chicken run was left open, and his corgy dog, Willy, got in. The bush turkey was up to its usual tricks, and the dog scared it off the chickens, relegating it to the top of the block of land. The chickens all huddled around the dog for protection, and now Dad lets the dog in the chicken run every day to protect the chickens and guard the eggs. If the turkey gets too close to the chickens, they quickly run back to Willy for safety.