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When my brother was in college he was taking some classes involving fisheries and chickens. Anyway, he brought a bunch of chickens home for the summer as a project I suppose. This was in the middle of a neighborhood and none of the neighbors cared. The chickens wake up and start making this annoying pecking noise way before dawn. We had no coop, so I guess these were free-range chickens. They were everywhere. I walked in the door once and reported to my mother that they were roosting in the Magnolia tree. They also left eggs here and there. The smell was not good, and the mess was worse. It was fun to watch my dog chase the chickens. That was worth it. My brother claimed that a few lost their lives to the dog, but I was never witness to it. He should have built a coop.
Do it right, and it could be fun and worthwhile.
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Quiet, mild-mannered souls might just turn out to be roaring lions of two-fisted cool.
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