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Steve Taylor: Pecking away at the urban chicken movement

I didn’t really try to stop my bird dog from smashing through the fence into my neighbor’s backyard. He was only doing what comes naturally, and those clucking chickens had taunted him only feet away for months. I murmured a Willy Wonka, “Stop, come back,” and watched three plump, drably colored but fully flightworthy hens lead my retriever on a merry chase around their yard from the new hole in the redwood.

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