It was late and the crew worked fast, pulling chickens from the crates and hanging them by their feet. It was noisy with the clucking of the chickens and the clanks and pings of the chains of the conveyor belts.
“What’s that noise?” Carlos shouted over the normal bedlam and pointed to inside the processing plant. His crew stopped and looked. From inside the plant a thunderous click-click-click was felt as much as heard. The men laughed in amazement when the first headless, plucked chicken raced from the building toward them. The next 20,000 engulfed them before they could run.