Don't count your chickens before they egg.
It's amazing how much actual chicken sounds lend themselves to stupidity.
I make a good fried chicken.
Every unwanted animal ends up on my farm: alpacas and horses and dogs and cats and chickens and ducks and parrots and fish and guinea pigs.
Is this chicken or is this fish?
I love the smell of fried chicken.
I'm a sucker for fried chicken - I really love it.
Apparently, word of the chicken man incident hadn’t spread quite yet.
One legged chickens, I know, are the least apt to scratch a garden.
I only eat fish - no chicken, no turkey, just fish. I get all my protein from fish and egg whites.
My family and I reside on a non-working farm, although we have a couple of horses and the usual stuff like pigs, cows, and chickens. We really don't have an honest-to-goodness farm, more of a hobby farm.
It takes a tough man to make a tender chicken.
Why did I keep hitching myself to dreams as big as that Montana sky? I was like Rooster Jim's chickens, with no way to fly that high.
Our chicken maniac, tell us how we can eat it deliciously?” “There's no time for that.
The sun's not yellow, its chicken!
I'm a bit of a chicken when it comes to seeing potentially horrifying things on the Internet.
Boning is a pain, but it makes such a majestic chicken.
I just love chickens.
If you can differentiate a dead chicken, you can differentiate anything.
You can't put feathers on a dog and call it a chicken!