Come and get 'em!

My cousin Paul lives in suburban Connecticut in a nice house on the top of a hill. For awhile he had chickens complete with a coop in his backyard. He had more eggs then he knew what to do with. He'd rave about the color of their yolks, how rich their flavor was, and how you should NEVER EVER refrigerate them. I admit, after tasting them, I WAS kinda jealous.

He'd let the girls out during the day, and they'd roam around eating whatever seeds and bugs and so on they could find in his (spacious enough, one would think) backyard. Then, the pickings got slim, and they started escaping in search for a more abundant buffet. Before he knew it, his chickens were roaming his upscale neighborhood. His neighbors were NOT amused.

And then, they began disappearing, one by one. Various critters were hunting the chickens for their own gourmet meals. Word had gotten out in the wild that there was a "live poultry market" on the top of the hill. Come and get 'em! And they were gotten, one by one by one. Much to the relief of Paul's community when the last hen bit the dust, he gave up raising chickens.