I was driving along a country road when a 3-legged chicken ran under my car.
I got out, looked at the dead chicken then looked around, saw a farmhouse on the hill and walked up to it.
Saw the farmer and said," I just ran over a 3-legged chicken."
"I know" said the farmer, "I breed them."
"I asked why?"
"Well I like a leg, the missus likes a leg and the boy likes a leg."
I said "That’s fantastic, what do they taste like?"
"Dunno," said the farmer, "Can’t catch the little bastards."