Ah, I get it! Here’s a riddle just for you:

They sit in the grass at the edge of the woods,

Yellow is foreign to them,

if you count them on your fingers,

they disappear in a flash.

They graze silently in the meadow,

colored like spring moss,

they hide in every furrow,

they take your breath away.

One on the left, another on the right,

the third jumps over a tree stump.

How many green chickens are there?

Can you count them on purpose?

Hint: The answer is hidden right in the riddle text. How many can you count on purpose?