Again with the poultry

On my way to work today, there were TWO chickens hanging out on the street corner with the rooster.
I wonder if they're the fowl equivalent of the "rough" chickens, the hardened chickens who don't have to mind their parent or be in by midnight. After all, their feathers weren't figuratively ruffled by all the passing traffic (sidenote: I'm sure they were literally ruffled. Cars were going by pretty quickly.). That seems to indicate that they had seen hard times in their little fowl lives, and they weren't going to let tens of cars upset them.
And what exactly do they do that they can just be hanging out on the street in the middle of the morning?
Why aren't they in someone's yard, clucking and strutting their ways into laying eggs and being baked?
I don't want to get dragged into some feathered freak's initiation stunt.
If they start recruiting, will there be groups of chickens out there?
Will they scare the "straights," wear leather jackets with "City Cocks" and "Beautiful Breasts" emblazoned on the back and comb their hair into DAs?
Will a rival gang of barnyard beasties (maybe "Steers of Satan" and "Uptown Udders" or "Pork for Play") challenge them to rumble?
What would the chickens fight with, and more importantly, how would they hold it?

I can't wait to see if they're there tomorrow.