We have a cat named Dickens. He is aptly named because he is a dickens, especially when he is feeling his cat-like curiosity.
On one summer day I was looking out the window into the extensive wooded area that borders the Nathan Hale Forest in CT. I had a clear view of the land which is cleared for about 100 feet behind the house. I watched as a half dozen or so large turkeys strutted about scratching for acorns or other food at the edge of the clearing and the beginning of the woods. It was then that I noticed Dickens, low on his haunches as he slowly stalked a particularly large Tom turkey about 10 feet away from his nose. He, no doubt, thought he was the master of the Masi Mara in Africa.
Then the Tom Turkey turned around and saw Dickens. He didn't waste any time before he started a charge on Dickens and the resulting instant change in Dickens' attitude, followed by a race between the turkey and the cat to see who could get back to the house in the least amount of time, was hilarious to watch. Dickens made it to safety but I think he is now less interested in birds, especially large ones.