Ok, I've got something to tell you that may interest you all
I went to visit my dear old gran in hospital (she's fine btw) & I was telling her about our chickens coming indoors.
Her eyes lit up.
"Oh, yes! My mother had a chicken that used to live in the house. It was quite common. Do you remember Joan?"
"Oh, yes, thats right" Joan nods. (Her sister)
"She was lovely" Nan continued "We thought she was a he & named him "pop - eye" because he only had one eye when he hatched. One day mother turned around in the kitchen with a pan full of boiling oil & she tripped over her / him! And all the hot oil went all on the poor chickens back!" She laughed.
Joan butted in "Remember what mother did to him then, Marge?"
"Oh yes" Gran snorted "She covered the poor bird in flour because of his burnt feathers."
"Then father came home & took one look & said she was mad. He used to threaten to put it in the pot. That bird lived to a very ripe old age in the house. He used to sit on the sofa & mother would carry it around in her apron."
This was 70+ years ago. The motto probably would be, look out for the chicken if your cooking.