By all means, kick away.
Not today! WOOHOO!!!
*gives Chicken Joe a big ol' smooch*
Eddie just got a fantastic new job with a raise AND it's only 2 miles from home! He gets home first; HE scoops the cat boxes!

I did kick a chicken once when I was 13. My grandfather had a mean rooster named Oscar who was horribly jealous and would chase me all over the yard, trying to spur me. He cornered me the day my mom & I were going back to Houston, but this time I wasn't barefooted with shorts on. I went past him, felt him attack the back of my legs, turned around and kicked him right under the beak with my gimormous white Elton John-worthy platform shoe. Not very hard, but he kind of staggered, then turned around and left me alone.

And no jokes about fearing my grandfather's cock, please. That's been done.