| Sawerawork Teferi ( Fortune photographer )
Chickens that dodged the Christmas knife now ride out in well-ventilated cages, en route to their next appointment with destiny. The red pickup feels a little on the nose, hinting at the colour they are likely to contribute soon enough. It is the final commute in the food chain, neatly wrapping up a life that could have stretched five to ten years, if fate, and festive menus, had been kinder.
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