Why is there a chicken in the street?

What the hell man? I'm trying to drive to work? Why is there a rooster with furry feet on the mountain in the middle of the road in the middle no where? I honestly don't understand.

Despite my better judgment, I stopped. I don't know what I was trying to do. Help the rooster? Eat the rooster? Catch the rooster? God knows. But I got out and clenched my fist like I had chicken feed in my hand. It came toward me, got close enough, then attacked my with its feathered talons. It ripped my tights and I had to go to work with holes in my attire. Damn.

I explained the rippage to one of the bussers named Jose. He responded, "Chelsea, that why you no go to the cock fight."

Awesome.