At the Mirepoix market one Monday morning, we watched a woman buying a couple of chickens. I'd like to think she was buying them for pets, but I doubt that was in their future. Nevertheless, it's tricky business getting them home in one's car. The vendor wasn't worried in the least, grabbed a cardboard box with the flaps already folded. Within a few seconds, he deftly slipped the feathery creature into the darkened chamber and off the woman trotted.