Chicken business. My dad received a letter in the mail from the county health department. It was 1953 in East Los Angeles and the letter informed my dad he had to get rid of all his chickens. Obviously, a neighbor had complained of the chicken noise and ruckus. Lots of hen clucking and roosters crowing.Continue reading “Oh my. How did its feathers come off?”
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They were like a family pet but laid eggs.
We had a backyard full of chickens. Dozens and dozens of hens and a few roosters. All behind our little adobe house in East Los Angeles. It’s what Okies did in the big city 1952. So we had eggs. So we had fried chicken after church on Sunday. The main beneficiaries from chicken droppings wereContinue reading “They were like a family pet but laid eggs.”