Not everyone...
I got something like eight stitches across a couple of fingers after cleaning out a hen house and butchering something like 500 of those birds. It was the last one that “got” me, right down to the bones.
Don’t eat chicken, although I would bury them to prevent our mutts from bringing them indoors, but I do eat eggs.
Sometimes, genocide is good.
Heh, I wont tell the Colonel, it’s just between us.