While I never met the Boss Chicken of Kiev I have indeed caused the sharing of many of his distant cousins with tables full of fried chicken officianados. I officiated over their last cluck. From the time I was big enough to swing an axe the folks put me in charge of getting cluckers ready for dressing. Me and my old dog who liked him some heads.
Out here in Wash St. woods liberals refuges from the city keep chickens, duck and pigs as pets, well until they get loose, ate by coyotes or stolen by someone who knows barnyard animals are food.
Mmmm..... Chicken Kiev. Next up, Beef Stroganoff or noodles Romanov.