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Our house was too small, so when my mother and father-in-law came, we
rented a house across the street. A friend of the family who drove a
truck for an export company was telling her about a Japanese
chicken-sexer at a place where he picked up baby chicks for export to
South America. The main point of the story was how fast the guy worked,
but Mama wanted to know what happened to the rejects. "They destroy
them." 
"Oooh could you bring me some?"
He asked Sra Possum if it was OK to bring her mother some chicks and she
said yes.

I came home from work one day to find about 300 chicks in boxes in the
living room. I said she could keep 10 or 12, but the rest had to go. You
can't raise hundreds of chickens in the middle of the city. Too late.
One neighbor was already building a coop in back of the house. What a
mess! A month later we caught the dirty side of a hurricane and we got
about 10 inches of rain. All but about a dozen drowned. It took me and a
nephew two days to bury the dead and clean up about 4 inches of
accumulated chicken shit from the concrete slab the coop was built on.

The remaining birds ran around the yard until grown and we ate chicken
for a week.