I grew up on a farm in the 50’s in TN, Granny (Mom’s Mother) and Mamaw (Dad’s mother) both had large hen houses but that was just for protection from foxes at night, we didn’t have coyotes. Chickens ran over the whole farm during the day, eating bugs and whatever. They both would go out in the morning,grab a chicken, wring its neck, put in boiling water for just a minute or so and then pluck the feathers off, cut it up, and fry for dinner(noon meal) or supper (night meal) BEST Damn chicken you ever ate, don’t taste nothing like to factory chicken we have today!!!
Since whenever the Knoxville News-Sentinel picked it up, don’t have a clue about the date!