Well - first it had to get a life. Chickens enjoy walking down unpredictable avenues, turning new corners, but, as a general rule, chickens never cross roads. The chicken seems to be hovering over a small road in eastern Wisconsin. It was dying for a cigarette. To be run down so that another chicken could take over his body.
Chickens cross roads.
But they're not supposed to get run down. It was ordered to by its microwave oven. The chicken won't cross the road. It's not who he is. It doesn't make him happy.