Last year I was at a big neighborhood fair and I ran across a pretty scuzzy homeless guy who had a sad looking pullet in a milk crate. She had a pizza crust int he crate and no water. The guy said he'd found her walking through a homeless camp the night before. I didn't have any money on me, but I traded him the big chocolate cupcake a friend had just given me.
My firend lived cloe by and had a unused dog run so I took her the pullet. After drinking a ton and eating a bunch of breakfast cerceal she really perked up. Last I heard she and her two new roomies were layign well and very happy.
So I I paid one chocoloate cupcake for a pullet.