The guy I talked to on the phone knew about chickens, I talked to him for a while. Said he wanted them for his little brother who was in 4-H. He showed up at the very public meeting spot we arranged. Reminded me of those guys in Deliverance immediately (enough said?). The boy in the other seat wouldn't look up from his phone, which I thought odd, because they were supposed to be his birds for 4-H. I finally asked if they were gonna be his, he didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about, and then said, "oh yeah, yeah" and went back to his phone. The guy handed me crumpled up bills and a pile of Quarters, and I let him take the birds. Please don't ask why I let him, I can't answer that question, I wish I hadn't. I wanted to throw up, and cried the whole way home. It really haunted me for a long time. I am soo.. careful now.