The chickens flew into the air in a squawking, flapping mass of feathered hysteria.

All died, only a chicken flew away and survived.

"The question of whether animals have culture," he writes, "is a bit like asking whether chickens can fly."

"Whatever was after Maisie's chickens has flown the coop."

The idea was to see how far the chickens would fly when coaxed by their human coach.

Finally the chickens fly home to roost.

The chickens flew the coop and ate the neighbor's flowers.

The woman said, 'Well, they shouldn't, because chickens don't fly.'

A lot of chicken soups taste as if the chicken flew over the pot.

The chickens will not be flying today in Rio Grande, Ohio.