I had Grandparents in West Monroe, LA and remember the first time they let me do more than feed the chickens. I went out with one of them, little basket of feed in hand, my Granddaddy picked up a big fat one and gave her a little spin.

If "Oh, snap!" was a thing back then, that is what I would have yelled.

I had corn on the cob that night for dinner, took a pass on eating my recently deceased friend. :-)