In this nasty scene, we groped for chickens legs as they stood, blind and helpless in the dim red light. As we grabbed three full grown chickens in each hand, they struggled and beat their wings in an attempt to get free. Rarely, as you lifted the struggling birds above your head to pass them to the person on the truck who put them in the cages, you could feel/hear a leg bone snap.
The chickens weighed about 8 pounds each, so even this scrawny farmboy’s muscles were soon burning and aching with the effort of lifting nearly 50 pounds of struggling chicken above my head to pass to the truck loader every minute or so.
The combination of brutally physical work in the debilitating heat and noxious conditions made this the worst job ever for me.
The beauty of these nasty jobs is that they teach you to want something better.
Kudos to you for your optimism. Thanks for reminding me why I love this place.
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