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A man was driving down a quiet country lane in the middle of nowhere, when a rooster suddenly strayed out into the road.

Whack! With a cloud of feathers, the rooster disappeared under his car.

Obviously quite shaken, the man pulled over at the farmhouse, rang the bell and an old redneck farmer appeared in the doorway.

Nervously, the man said, "I'm sorry, but I think I killed your rooster. Please allow me to replace him."

"Suit yerself," the redneck replied, "the hens is 'round back."
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