Oh, fer goodness sake! I thought this was going to be a recipe thread. Or maybe a game like biting apples tied to a string fastened to the ceiling (can't use your hands). Instead it's just a description of the way that Idahoans (never say "Idahoers"!) tether chickens during roundup.

And chicken roundup in Idaho is a wonderful time! The vast herds, the chickenboys cutting capons, the stampedes, the horses, the smell of burning feathers around the branding fire...ah, the memories!