Cilantro? OMG, that sucks. Of course, if you like the flavor of something that tastes like rancid sweaty gym socks that have been festering in a locker for 2 years, who am I to judge? But, as for your question, God doesn't give a cluck about anything but God. It's all about Him, isn't it? Geez, you even have to capitalize the "H" in Him or else the gays in New Orleans may suffer another catastrophic flood. Being a chicken is so clucked up, you have no idea. Colonel Sanders of course is the antichrist, something to scare the little chicks with if they cluck out of turn and such. Mama hen to chickadee: Shut the cluck up or the Colonel will getcha. Talk about trauma! Rooster next door? Ha ha. He's gay. He doesn't go "cocka-doodle do." He goes "any cockwill do."
It really sucks being the last to answer your questions, lost in the massive dung heap of tepid replies. Oh well. I'm mildly amused regardless.