I used to catch chickens in the valley in my youth -- I think you must've been doing pullets, cuz I only ever went to the open barns to catch chickens or turkeys -- their legs worked just fine (little bastards running all over, we had to herd them into one corner to be sure of getting them all in a timely manner (yes, rush-rush, was the order of the day(night) for us, too!) And the birds got beaten up some in the process -- we had to carry 3 in each hand(usually by one leg each) and hump them over to the truck, hand them upwards to the swamper who, as you describe, just JAMMED them into one of the boxes on the side of the truck -- busted wings, legs, etc. -- they just get written down to "Utility" and still sent off to dissolution! People on the crew liquidateed chickens regularly, just cuz we got PO'd (eg. chicken bit the back of your knee!). Any with cancer (large bulbous tumours) got herded to one side, behind a board(to keep them separated until end-of-night, when it was a freeforall liquidatefest on the little things!) All for $4.00-hour under-the-table! Because I care, (Please quote with "gapope wrote...") -=- In essentials, unity; In non-essentials, liberty; in all things, charity. -- Baxter quoting Augustine -=- PS This post specially encoded for verification purposes -- . .
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