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Originally Posted by mrnyc
my spouse had two pet chickens when she was a kid, so she was giddy about all the chickens wandering around. the rooster you see crowing to nobody in particular in front of the library in the quiet square downtown after a rainshower was particularly memorable.
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When I visited, they were everywhere. That was George Town: rich people and chickens.
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