It started with a call to triage:

“Patient arriving to Trauma Bay 2.” Also heard whispering in the background: “Also, is that a chicken?”

Jake, a seasoned ER nurse and part-time bird negotiator, stood ready. In burst a man yelling, “HE NEEDS HELP!” while cradling a live, angry rooster.

After clarifying that he (the man, not the bird) was the patient, they managed to separate him from the chicken, who proceeded to chase a CNA down the hallway like it was some kind of barnyard horror movie.

Turns out, the man had been trying to wrestle the chicken into a “funny Thanksgiving costume” when he slipped, faceplanted into a fence, and gashed his forehead open.

The chicken? Completely unharmed. The man? Seven stitches and a “no pet wrestling” warning.

The real tragedy? Jake spent the next two hours picking feathers off the trauma room floor while the chicken screamed bloody murder from a cardboard box.

At least it wasn’t a goose this time. Jake hated geese.