Friends and I had to scour a couple of markets in search of live chickens. Native ones, too. Okay, a trip to the market on a hung over, sleep deprived morning is probably not everyone’s idea of a pleasant way to start the day, and trust me, it’s not mine either.  There is of course this minor complication of me being terrified of things that go Clack. Or is it Cluck? But then you’re there and you got gear, so do what you do best. Ready, aim, fire. The only way for me to survive markets, really. Not to mention chickens.  No, the chicken photos will have to wait.