Yesterday, when I got home from work, there was a rooster in my backyard. Inexplicable and unexplained. The only thing I know about chickens is what KFC taught me.
He's suprisingly cool for a chicken. Kind of a golden color.
He doesn't have any tags or a collar and doesn't respond to commands (e.g., sit, stay, rollover) even when I say it like Foghorn Leghorn (e.g., "I say, I say, I say... SIT). Nothing.
I don't know what the fuck chickens eat... chicken feed? I don't even know what that is.
He wouldn't eat Apple Jacks and he looked downright pissed off when I gave him Cocoa Crispies. So I fed him some tortilla chips (which he dug) so I'm assuming he's a Mexican chicken.
So what should I do with this refugee chicken?
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