chickens don't know gratitude

I visited Rea last month for my birthday.
While we strolled her five acres discussing the long-term farm plan i noticed a Rhode Island Red rooster hopping about frantically. His feet were all twined up so we set about unhobbling him.
Did he thank us?
Was he grateful?

i could keel you right now with just ma angry glare

This is why i prefer them in McNugget form.

I just saved your life,

Mr. Could Not Walkerston.

Don't eyeball me, boy.