Buying wine

This Sunday afternoon, Jon and I were in the big city nearest out village to run errands.  We picked up a bottle of wine at the only store that sells it.  While waiting to be served, a woman came in to buy herself some wine, too.  She was carrying a chicken.  I noticed out of the corner of my eye that there was something moving about in her arms when I first noticed it.  The guy must have just been bought, his feet were tied and she carried him by his wings.  He was surprisingly calm and made no fight.  In any event, I laughed and the lady laughed at me for laughing at the chicken.  Can you imagine going to get some wine in the states and have someone carrying around a chicken when deciding on their purchase?