The ancestral hometown is re-thinking its opposition to chickens. The guy who wrote the article has a problem with my ancestors:
Opening the city’s doors to chicken coops seemed like a step back to a time when folks just off of the boat, and one step from starvation, kept hens to put eggs on the table.
That’s a bit negative, don’t you think? Would it have been better if they stepped off the boat and starved instead? Jerk.