First thing this morning, I yanked Eggy's broken and battered body from the coop, um cell.
Then I hosed all the chicken crap off him and gave him his shoelaces and belt back so he could regain a modicum of self worth.
And, because it's going to be a fairly long trip, I even arranged for a conjugal visit for the poor little bastard.
Then I stuffed some grub down his gullet and strapped him to the bike. Blindfolded of course; didn't want him to get too cocky.