Jim thought he'd seen everything, but when the concrete rooster down on 8th and Main started telling him that he was going to suffer a great loss, he thought he'd lost his mind. 

He'd never believed in prophecy. Certainly, he'd never believed that a concrete chicken could foretell the future. 

Jim didn't appreciate the irony when one of the roosters' legs broke and the statue toppled, crushing him. 

Witnesses said that, though tragic, it was one of the most graceful things they'd ever seen. One person described it as poultry in motion.