Chicken on a Stick?

Not the best shot I realise, but needs must when the only time the chickens sit in the trees is when the sun is going down and shining right into the lens.

So we have a neighbour who keeps chickens.....and dogs......and cats.....and horse boxes. Known simply as Crazy Chicken Lady.
Now quite what the basis for this craziness label is could become a little flimsy if we had to argue it in front of a judge.
However, I do feel that I can label the chickens as crazy.

You see, there they are sat in the trees, as night is beginning to fall. Are they safe in their coops? Are they bedding down for the night, clucking softly and dreaming of the eggs they will lay in the morning? No. They are sat in the trees. The trees next to fence. The fence that runs all along the side of the "garden" from the house. Actually from the cat flap.
Now I know that chickens are big. But they are birds. Cats like birds, surely the bigger the better?

So, chicken on a stick anyone.......