My niece Nic has chicks.  In fact, there are four and they are no longer chicks.  They are egg-laying (or soon to be) chickens.  Her and her husband and their two children live in a suburb of a small metropolis.  I’m not going to give you any more detail than that because their town isn’t zoned for chickens.  So, if they get busted they will have to turn their chickens in or worse, turn their chickens into supper.  That would be a sad day and will not happen on my account.

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