The other day I was driving a country road a little north of here in my roadster and as I rounded a corner, checked my rear-view mirror, I saw a chicken running along behind the car. I was doing about 60 so it did seem a bit weird. A few seconds later, the chicken pulled along side, seemed to cluck once or twice and pulled ahead of me. I stared at the chicken and although it was a challenge to see through the blur, I could see that the chicken had three legs.
I decided to keep up and my speedometer was now around 80 and I was a little uncomfortable, as I would have no defense were I to meet a gendarme and try to explain the chicken! As luck would have it, we entered a small village, the chicken slowed to a crawl and turned right. I followed only to be greeted by a bar across the road and I watched incredulously as the chicken disappeared into the distance.
I stopped at the bar across the road and got out to chat with a hayseed farmer at the barrier.
I asked “Did you see that chicken?”
He said “Yah!”
I said “Did you see that it had three legs?”
He said “Yah!”
I said “Have you seen it before?”
He said “Yah!”
I said “Where does it come from?”
He said “I raise three legged chickens.”
I asked “Why?”
He said “Well I have one son and my wife likes a chicken leg, my son likes a chicken leg and I like a chicken leg so it seemed practical.”
I asked “How do they taste?
He said “Dunno, I never caught one!”
The other day I was driving a country road a little north of here in my Z4M
