My chicken has declared that she is a t-rex, and all robins and squirrels must respect her authoritah.

It’s fucking hilarious to watch, but then you realize that she really is a giant, angry predator to anything the size of a robin. Imagine a chicken that’s about thirty feet tall, with claws the size of a small sword and a wingspan that is big enough to look like a wall. And it’s charging at you, making noises like an angry teakettle, its beak sharp and hard, while its eyes drill into you so that you know feathered death is inescapable