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  1. Hm: chicken busters with nets seem a bit tame compared to childhood tales of chasing a cook around a farm yard waving an axe. But I suppose they’re worth more alive than dead.

    When I was young quite a few people kept chooks. And ferrets. Strict segregation had to be enforced, of course.

  2. Not too long ago I read about a neighborhood in South Philly–not too far from where I lived–that had a “colony” (flock?) of feral chickens the people more or less tolerated….

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