To piss on the neighbor's door.

She wanted to lay it on the line. *ba-doom-cha!*

After years of therapy, Gertrude finally came to the realisation that, unlike Wile E. Coyote, she could cross a road with no traffic on it, and not get run over by a truck that would suddenly come out of nowhere. Sadly, she was turned into feathery stain on the blacktop by a Peterbilt just seconds after this picture was shot.

"I don't want to be the odd one and not cross the road..."

"I shoulda started running RIGHT WHEN the farmer whipped his wang out!"

we're on the road to nowhere

The chicken didn't make it to the other side of the road, this picture was taken from the car.

The Martha Dumptruck of chickens.