A “chicken on the loose”. Good grief.
40 years ago, people would have been well associated with chickens in the neighborhood unless they lived in a city. My city allows chickens and my neighbor has a dozen. No noise, no mess, no fuss.
If a chicken were to get out, I would contact my neighbor, or failing to do that, attempt to get the chicken back in his yard. I wouldn’t be calling the police about a “chicken on the loose”. That like calling about a squirrel or rabbit “on the loose” in your yard.
“If a chicken were to get out, I would contact my neighbor, or failing to do that, attempt to get the chicken back in his yard.”
There are still some honest men.
Chicken’s roam the streets freely in my neck of the woods. My neighbour’s chicken strolled into my lawn the other day and, well, you know, who’s going to miss a chicken? I mean, it could have got run down by a truck or anything.
It was yummy.