Uh…was that a chicken?

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?

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…

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…

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?

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.

Clucking unbelievable. It must have been clucking lost.