You've never met a live chicken in person. (The HOA has strict rules against yardbirds.) You're a little star-struck.
You don't know what sound to make to entice a bird, so you go with, "Here, birdie." That suffices. Soon, you're petting a tiny feathered head and loving it.
"We've got the place surrounded," a voice shouts outside the barn door. "Come out with your hands up."
You peek through a crack in the boards. It's the Bank Boys. And they've brought the law -- The Homeowners Association.