I was at a restaurant not long ago, and I saw that the menu boasted of the establishment’s “free-range chicken.”
This puzzles me. When in the history of man were chickens free-range to start with? I don’t remember hearing of bygone days when herds of chickens thundered and clucked across the land, kicking up dust clouds that would blot out the sun. Never has there been a movie in which John Wayne had to drive the chickens to Abilene. Where are the exploits of Chicken Pete, the mightiest hunter of the Old West? Ted Nugent would never write a song about the Great White Bantam.
However, I guess “free-range chicken” sounds better than “poorly latched coops.”