My father told me about this case, they lived at the time in Yakutsk in a small village on the outskirts. There were only two or three houses in their housing, all of which held livestock, including chickens, each of which had at least thirty, in general. Father then was 17-18, he was forging himself in his "Ural" and here in the courtyard comes a neighbor's chicken with a yellow strip on the back (the back is painted to distinguish their chickens from strangers, our chickens were painted in green) well, my father just wanted to chew it and threw a screwdriver into it, but accidentally hit the head, why the one immediately "throwed off the chicken", the father was frightened, took the chicken and took it home, my mother (my grandmother) in order not to incite a conflict with the neighbors decided to shake it, let it go for soup. In general, she squeezes her and under the layer of yellow color is found a green... just a poor chicken on an old memory came to her yard.