USA Today The federal scientists in biohazard suits outside a massive ‒ but virtually deserted ‒ chicken farm don’t need to say a word to indicate that something is very wrong.
On a normal day, the farm’s driveway would be filled with trucks, some arriving with feed and others departing with cases and cartons of eggs destined for grocery stores and restaurants across the West.
But on a recent afternoon, all was quiet, except for a handful of workers drifting across the sprawling farm’s complex, and the two white-suited experts with the federal government’s Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service, their pant legs tucked in or taped carefully to their boots.