Editor's Notebook: Residents cry fowl as feathers molt

Editor's Notebook: Residents cry fowl as feathers molt As a child, my dad often told me stories about hunting wild turkeys, which my grandmother would then pluck, clean and cook for dinner. And, of course, she had a few chickens so the family always had eggs. My dad and grandparents...

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