I get flashbacks from my Aunt Opal's farm.  She had a mean old rooster.  I had to get him out of the coop every morning when he wasn't already outside doing his best Frank Sinatra impression.  The few times I had to boot him out, I succeeded but he'd scrape me up good.  My Aunt would never put him in the pot because she loved him.  So I suffered, and he kept on singing.