[ Ava leans over min's shoulder, her arms crossed, to get a good look at this...Yeah, it's...a chicken-adjacent creature, but not what comes to mind when someone thinks of the bird. Interesting. And a little disturbing.

She hums thoughtfully as she pulls a thin nail from the pocket of her overalls. She bites down on it like it's a long blade of grass. ]

That ain't no chicken, darlin'. [ She leans a little closer, squinting. ] Actually, I'm pretty sure it's a spirit gone AWOL, so it'd be best to keep your distance. Thing'll get where it's goin' eventually.