As a 'lil kid it was a treat to visit Uncle Jack's poultry farm. It looked just like this - rows and rows of cages. The fowls didn't look like they were ready to preen their feathers either. I now feel sorry for them. They looked dazed - like the audience at a Frank Ifield concert:
It was not a favorite job - sweeping the floors. If only uncle had a Brushmatic!
