This is one of the many things you may experience if you live in a small town in Montana.

On Saturday, I walked out my front door to soak in a little sunshine on my front porch. To my surprise, there was a chicken sitting on top of the wicker chair I was planning on sitting in. I don't own any chickens, so I have no idea where it came from.

I'll be honest, I'm a little frightened when it comes to being around chickens. I've had a couple of run-ins with a few angry roosters in the past, and as a result, I'm a bit timid.

When I first saw the chicken on my porch on Saturday. I went back in my house to grab my cell phone. Apparently, the chicken didn't like that too much. When I went back out on my porch and started filming, the chicken jumped off the chair and began to charge at me.

I have no idea why the chicken was so angry. Could it have been hungry looking for food, or did it sense that I had purchased a chicken sandwich at McDonald's the night before? Who knows, but one thing is for certain. The chicken didn't want to have anything to do with me. It was literally coming at me, bro.

I filmed for as long as I could before the chicken cornered me and drove me back into my house. I yelled "Get Outta Here", and that seemed to work. I peeked through the shades and watched as the chicken casually mosied into my neighbors yard.