I don't normally see chickens in the road (crossing or otherwise) when I go out for a walk, but this morning I saw this gal:
She was determinedly pecking & clucking, and when I got close enough to take her picture, she turned on her heel and marched off in the other direction. Yes, marched. Clomp clomp. Busy busy. Ruffling her feathers a bit. Places to go, people to see. You know the drill.