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The evil chicken ("pollo maligno")
is an evil spirit of the forest
in the form of a bird that haunts the hunters,
attracting them to the deepest forest
in order to devour them.
Colombian folklore - Wikipedia
I opened the chicken coop door yesterday.
Four chickens came out, pecked avidly at dark stuff that has fallen on the snow.
Pieces of hemlock cone.
Pecked at snow, as if that hasn't been what they've had for
all winter now....
I scoop it up and dump it in.
One advantage to that is, no splashing.
Can't get comb or wattles freezing from splashing water if there is no water.
They were out for about five minutes.
I tossed a handful of corn in.
They experienced same situation I do with walking in snow.
Inconsistent compactness/texture of the snow.
So take one step, no sinking.
Other foot? SURPRISE. Chicken (or me) up to its butt on that side.
They went back in.
I closed the door.
It was so warm the past 3 days and nights, the door wasn't
frozen down. High of 45 during the day.
22ºF today.