When I sadly hit the aforementioned chicken I also stopped, gnu. Knocked on the door of the very old and dilapidated farmhouse with considerable trepidation. The older, disheveled woman who came to the door remarked emphatically and with all seriousness, "I done told them chickens, told 'em again and again to stay out of the road." Then, shaking her head, and I wasn't sure if it was with sadness or disgust, "they just won't listen."