On Sunday, we were cleaning out a corner in the yard. I had piled some river stones there for a future project some years ago and leaves and stuff had blown in. I'd remove one stone at a time and our little blue leghorn, Stormy, would jump in after every stone and rake out the leaves. Stormy is our smallest and most greedy chicken. It was not something for the faint of heart. You could see their black-shiny legs squirm out of the sides of her beak as she chomped down on them. We counted six but she was so ferocious that there could have been more. Numerous other spiders and crickets met there demise as well. Our other chickens would stop by to see what the commotion was about, but would move on. I'm glad to report that Stormy is alive and fine today. My wife is so creeped-out!