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Yeah, we had chickens (in the city) when I was growing up. My step-dad had trouble bringing himself to actually slaughter them so he let them get older and bigger than they should have been to actually taste very good. Then he finally did it and my mom and sisters couldn't bring themselves to eat them anyway so it ended up being a huge waste. Unsurprisingly I was unbothered by it all and just didn't think they tasted good (seriously, huge semi-old chickens do not taste good).
And eggs were great at first. Until you realize that even with a family of five eating a half dozen eggs day in and day out, rain or shine, just isn't going to happen.
So eventually we'd get behind on the eggs and the raccoons would kill the chickens to get at the eggs.
But they were fun.
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