FTFA: Such chickens are easy to order on the Internet. They cost about $1.50 apiece.

... wait, what?

Also... the police say they were delicious... I mean impounded

chickens are easy to order on the Internet.

The Subservient Chicken approves!

Cheaper than the grocery store. I'm gonna' order me up a bunch right now.

Rev Wright says that they were just on their way home to roost...

Do the authorities suspect fowl play?

Sure, you can order all the chickens you want on the Internet, but just try to buy one single c0ck and you're branded for life.

Such chickens are easy to order on the Internet. They cost about $1.50 apiece.

At last, I've found a hobby!

Such chickens are easy to order on the Internet. They cost about $1.50 apiece.



"Yeah. I'm gonna order one now! Yeah! Yeah!"

Really, you order a batch of chickens and a few days later a box of day-old baby chicks arrives in the post office. My mother did it a couple times. Postal regulations have an exception to the "no live animals" rules for young poultry.

I've raised lots of these, among other poultry.

/Our neighbors were nice about it when a few got out.
//They have wings. If you clip them they can't get away from predators (skunks, raccoons, foxes, coyotes, opossums, cats, etc).

Did the police crap thunder after they rounded them up?

There was a bank I delivered to as a courier in the middle of a city and one day, this chicken showed up and lived in the landscaping for quite a while. It was a fast little bugger and no one could catch it. I'd spot it now and then as I'd pull in or leave, prowling the lawn, popping in and out of the hedges and tearing so fast through the drive in section that it's legs were a blur.

It was a brown, young bird and the bank employees knew about it though no one had any idea where it came from. It seemed quite content to remain on the bank property, which took up about an acre and, this being Florida, naturally had thick clumps of dense landscaping the critter could hide in and all the bugs it desired.

I don't know if they ever caught it or not.

Somewhere the Colonel is rolling over his grave right about now.

In redgaurds to the chicken coup,

FTA: A Glen Burnie street looked like a barnyard.

Well, the pickups and the drunk rednecks aren't such a stretch...

Go git the flour and earl, hon!