Chickens Commit Suicide Daily

Chickens run out in front of my car daily. Trying to be killed. Yes, I am always putting the flag on my car at half-mast. They are free range, and they are fast. They are also dumb. I do the best I can to not run over them. But they are fast. They live with the farmer behind the fence, over the hill. I do not know him, but I do not think he wants to know me. They live with goats, and a horse, and a couple of bunnies. The one I ran over today makes number forty-three.