But, there was a chicken running around the female ward. He was going under the beds, foraging for crumbs. I snapped this picture of the beds (couldn't get the chicken).
Then, at lunch, there was another chicken running around the restaurant! He was weaving in and out from under the tables as we were eating.
The funny thing is that the Americans were the only ones who thought it was odd to have chickens on the ward and under the tables. The Africans just looked at it and went right on doing what they were doing.
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