|It's the Pitts|
|Written by Lee Pitts|
Fear of feathers
I’ve made a career of making fun of chickens and the people who raise them. I take some small degree of pride and pleasure in the fact that my second best-selling book was “I Hate Chicken Cookbook.”
And I really do. Hate chicken, that is. As a writer, I’ve made no secret of the fact that I think all fowl are foul.
Normally if a writer picked (or is it pecked?) on a group of people like I have, he’d expect to get all sorts of nasty letters, but I’m disappointed to report that I’ve never received a single one from a poultry plucker. Not one! But I’ll keep trying.
The only reason I can get away with picking on chicks is that although they used to be raised on 95 percent of the farms in this country, I think they are now all raised by four brothers in Arkansas. They must not read my column, or perhaps they can’t read. (Cheap shot!)
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