Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Uh...was that a chicken?

Well...I think I ran over a dead chicken on 3rd Street on the way home...a whole, white-feathered dead chicken. In an otherwise ordinary week, that is 1. very odd and 2. very blogworthy.

How exactly do you lose a chicken in San Francisco?

6 comments:

Amber said...

Maybe they had lots of chickens and just didn't miss the one that got away? Not sure though - do a lot of people in SF have enough room for chickens?

Sherie said...

Maybe the chicken fell of a truck on its way to Chinatown. I bet there's some back alley there that sells live chickens and fireworks and babies.

I don't know which story is better... your live chicken or Jeff running over the little kid's ball and popping it...

Matthias said...

JC, did you miss your starbucks on this particular morning? I don't even see chicken dead in the road in my rural corner of the suburbs of the Motor City.

Are you sure it wasn't a pulverized seagull? They can get pretty fluffy after impact. Without photographic proof I must remain skeptical...

BullBunky said...

I will fully admit to being in a general fog this week...hence the reason for lack-of-photos. But I would place a big dollar bet on that being a chicken.

I certainly have no idea where you would keep a chicken in SF, although I did find another dead chicken several months ago...it looked like the casualty of a cock fight. So, perhaps that's what people keep them for?

JamesF said...

Maybe it was trying to cross the road. You know, to answer the question.

For the record I hadn't planned on using that joke, but you haven't updated for a while, so I blame you.

aap said...

Clucking unbelievable. It must have been clucking lost.