On the lighter side (really!) there was an egg ranch near to where my airplane was hangared. The ranch produced not only eggs: once the hens reached the limit of their useful life they were sold to Campbell’s for soup chickens. “Shift change” was once a month as I recall.
Anyway, flying over that chicken ranch especially on a relatively calm A.M. meant some free altitude. Thermal on steroids! Of course the smell was not exactly pleasant…
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