A pound of chicken

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inert The little one had been having a naughty time pecking her sistren and running away.  On being collared, she relaxed and sagged heavy, legs dangling, leaving me wondering what to do with a handful of inert chicken. This is turning into the chicken blog.  I no longer have time for normal life.

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