I remember my father in law and I preparing dinner one night. Spesh, the mother on laws pet chook was wandering around doing the tuktuktuk. We distinctly heard her say "fukfukfuk" the moment we turned on the oven.
One guess what we were eating that night. It wasn't Spesh. She's still alive and well.
Ha, my Nana had a Chook called Billy, the result of us bringing a chick home from school. It used to sleep on the couch at night though I think she rigged that to entertain us kids. When she plucked it over a bucket with a kettle of hot water we were horrified. How could you do that to Billy? It's not Billy, it's not Billy she replied. Strong German farm woman she was.