NORTHFIELD, MINN. -- Pity the chicken in winter. Squeezed
into dark, dusty, rank-smelling quarters with barely enough room to
move, it is truly a "cooped up" creature.
Unless it happens to live at the five-star poultry palace on
Reginaldo Haslett-Marroquin's farm. This spacious, solar-heated "hoop
house" has a high, translucent-plastic ceiling through which golden
light pours. It smells not of ammonia from poop, but sweet, clean hay.
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