There is a guy who sells fresh chicken about a block and a half from our house on weekends. He pulls up with is scooter which has a cage full of live chickens in it and also has some live ducks. The ducks aren't in the cage usually, but instead just sort of sitting on the ground next to the scooter. He must either clip the wings or perhaps they are smarter than chickens and are just sitting their depressed, contemplating their impeding doom.
This is very fresh stuff. You pick the chicken and he does all the dirty work right there on the street. You can see that its messy business. Tough way to make a living. Tougher on the chickens I suppose.
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