Chicken. Whether rubber, or salad, or childrens book character, the noble creature known as Gallus gallus domesticus, relation to the junglefowl and, ultimately, dinosaurs, is most often a handy stand-in for running like hell in the easiest opposite direction. Strange, when the inability of philosophy to collapse down to easy answers, also involves this particular bird. As such, these, the most common members of the Galloanserae clade, get a bye from human definition this week. And in turn Members, you get a bye from those non metaphorical demons that incite analogs of rhetorically chickenish behavior. And if you have trouble keeping the feathers out of your head, remember: just because it tastes like chicken, doesn’t mean you gotta eat it.