I am becoming one of those people who can walk by a parked bike with a bunch of chickens in cages attached to it, watch a chicken be killed and then dunked in hot water so it will be easier to pluck. All without flinching. And without looking away. Yup. Chicken blood no longer registers on the freak scale.
In other chicken news, there are some chickens and a turkey who live on one of my cross streets. Anyway, I always pass them on my way to Wagas. Today was extra special because I got to witness an old chinese lady poke them with her cane and giggle.
My Turkey and Chicken friends.
