Man 2: What is she doing? How is she sticking to the wood like that?
Man 1: (laughing) Keep watching.
Man 2: She's under the pier! No, I've got to see...
Man 1: Careful you don't fall in.
Man 2: I'm just hanging my head over.
Man 1: You sure that doesn't mess with your vertigo?
Man 2: It's just a short while, I'm not going to hang forev--oh, God, she is walking upside down! Are her claws digging into the wood? They have to be! How is she hanging on otherwise?
Man 1: I don't care how she does it, just so long as she gets what she's been trained to find.
Man 2: She seems to have found it. She's stabbing at it with her beak. And here she comes, bobbing that little chicken head of hers, carrying that bulb like she's just played a game of upside-down fetch. And you swear you didn't raise her among dogs?
Man 1: Nope. She's a straight-up seaside chicken. She's just got a gift for hanging upside down.
Man 2: And finding pier garlic.
Man 1: That too. C'mere, girl. You did good. Look at this one! Oh, it's going to be heavenly when I roast it!
Man 2: Well. A chicken that fetches aquatic vegetables. I've seen it, now I believe it.
Man 1: It's a marvel, isn't it?
Man 2: It sure is. But tell me...
Man 1: Yeah?
Man 2: How did that hen know where to find pier garlic?