When Geese Attack

There is a feral cat that lives some where in the Graveyard. He is a nasty big bugger, who effortlessly survives by killing rabbits along the field borders. He causes me no real problems with the birds but poor Albert has been ambushed quite a few times now by the meaner and larger animal.
The last assault came late one night when the tom bushwhacked Albert right outside the back door. Albert's plaintive howling galvanised every dog to come to his rescue and all of them shot outside barking the cat away. like a pack of wolves.
This morning, the cat was back. I saw him first thing, slinking around the long grass by the farthest coop, and I thought no more about him. The rabbits in the field often crowd the field borders,so I just presumed he was out hunting.
As I was filling the water butts, I saw him flattened out in the grass and it was immediately evident that he was not stalking a rabbit. The object of his attentions was in fact two of the ghost hens who had already eaten and had waddled off behind a tussock of grass to sleep their usual couch potato and slightly helpless, sleep.
Before I could do anything, the geese glided into the scene; with necks extended in anger and fear Winnie and Jo honked and spat at the stranger, and with the three magpie ducks chattering behind them, the five birds effectively out flanked the cat.

Now I have seen the turkeys "face off" a predator before (usually George gets the bum deal) but this was the first time the geese AND the ducks had shown their true metal. Within 20 seconds the bemused cat had retreated towards the church wall and 10 seconds later the angry birds had forced him out of the field, hopefully for good.

I have always found these "little moments of drama" fascinating to watch.