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| My dad was born in 1929 and told the story of the time they bought a bunch of capons, or maybe they had them done. Anyway, he fed them out and got tired of cleaning and handling chickens before the 4H project was done. Maybe part of the reason when he bought the farm I live on in the mid 1950's the first thing he did was burn down the old chicken house. There was never a chicken around other than the fridge until my wife decided the boys needed some animals to tend when they were little. | |
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