There's a community garden I pass on West Pennway on my bike commute. I commented to Corinna that I've never seen anyone so serious about their vegetables. I get pretty weird about my heirloom tomatoes but I wouldn't use razor wire to protect them.
But I don't think the razor wire is there to protect the vegetables. It's to keep their chicken prisoners from making a break for it.
I don't know what these chickens did, but hopefully the community garden is rehabilitating them so they can be productive members of society. Or Buffalo wings.
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