As it turned out, the chickens were already out, which makes me wonder if they were ever in. I found the cistern low and started to fill it, which means I must block off the water in the small canal. I started the pump and went up to water the garden but the water only came in spurts and a lot of air. After an hour of this I walked back down and found that someone had removed the blockage and even emptied the small sandbag I had used and took the bag.
Walking back up the hill, a little ticked, I looked at the forest of pines, which grow at the exact hammock width, and thought....Why not.