Waaaay back when, I got two Leghorns and bought a book about chickens. Sort of like the "Sunset Guide" type books. I was only on page 10 when I looked out back and both hens were dead in the dirt, all contorted like it had been a horrible death. I went flying out the back door in a tizzy, yelling for SO to come quick, the girls are dead.
We got there, stood looking at the poor hens, trying to figure out what killed them............
and I swear to this day, Hanky looked up at us and winked!
eta, the other one's name was Panky. We loved telling people we had a little hanky panky going on in the backyard............
Hey, it was south Austin, anything goes!