hobo livestock, things haven't gotten much better.
High unemployment, strained finances, and frayed safety nets have all taken their toll, and the "food" animals are bearing the brunt.
No longer can they count on the same sty-to-slaughterhouse, coop-to-throat-slitter care their fathers received. No more can they take for granted the security enjoyed by previous generations. It's every chicken for herself now, and many are forced to make hard choices. This representative from Murray's, for instance. Like so many who preceded her, she has taken up her bindlestiff and hit the trail.
Who knows what she'll find around the bend? We know what she hopes for: an untimely, economical death. We can only hope.