There are poultry farms all over the place around here and they are not the most pleasant places. When I think about what goes on in them, I have to admit it makes me a little sick. The other day I got behind a poultry truck on the way over the mountain. It made me sad seeing the live chickens in it, some with their heads sticking out of the cages, on their way to the slaughterhouse. I was so thankful when the driver pulled over and I was able to pass.