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When I was about 8 years old I wanted chickens as another 4-H project (I already had a pen of meat hogs). My dad mail-ordered chickens - and they were shipped by train! We went to the rail station to pick them up. I don't remember how many we ordered, a couple of dozen I guess, but they all arrived safe and sound in a big flat cardboard box with holes in the sides. I remember being worried about them taking a train ride all alone.
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