A red rooster sauntered down South Street in Collierville three months ago and now makes daily visits to Gus's Fried Chicken at 215 S. Center, cock-a-doodle-doodling to herald his arrival.
It's not lost on customers and staff that the rooster is visiting the one place that's built its success on battering and frying up the rooster's kin-fowl -- one breast, wing or thigh at a time.
"Every morning, you can hear him crowing coming down the street," said restaurant manager Debi McCaffrey. "He crosses that street and just pecks around in the grass."
A red rooster sauntered down South Street in Collierville three months ago and now makes daily visits to Gus's Fried Chicken at 215 S. Center, cock-a-doodle-doodling to herald his arrival.
It's not lost on customers and staff that the rooster is visiting the one place that's built its success on battering and frying up the rooster's kin-fowl -- one breast, wing or thigh at a time.
"Every morning, you can hear him crowing coming down the street," said restaurant manager Debi McCaffrey. "He crosses that street and just pecks around in the grass."
He goes there because he's 'into' legs and breasts.
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"freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter much. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of its substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order."
- Justice Robert Jackson, West Virginia State Board of Ed. v. Barnette
Some of these chickens received sweaters as part of a British project to rehabilitate abused battery hens. Others have owners who want warm, stylish pets. Regardless, you really can’t go wrong with a sweater. More power to you, chickens.
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They're taking the hutches with them But we're buying new ones!
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