The other day I was being driven to the office, zipping along (yes the traffic here can zip occasionally!) slowly catching up to a motorbike in front of us.

I looked at the motorbike, the back of which was covered in a sea of white fluff – a metre each side of the bike and piled about half a metre high.

What was the fluff I wondered, as the car slowly gained ground – it looked so soft, like duck down stuck down.

The closer we got, the white looked more alluring, lightly flapping as the motorbike moved. What was it?

The bike stopped at traffic, and we pulled up close behind. I got a good look.

Yes – it was about 100 unplucked chicken carcasses, nicely laid on a board across the back of the bike.

One of those “I need a camera moments”, although suddenly wasn’t so fascinating to look at…