My Swedish Grandfather lived in Lewiston, Idaho and was an avid Shriner as well as master gardener. He had a fairly large backyard filled with his gardens and fruit trees. My grandmother canned all the food they could not eat to get them through the long Idaho winters. They lived across the street from the Lewiston airport and were in the city, not country. One day my grandfather found a chicken in his 6ft. fenced backyard eating at his precious garden. He took the chicken to all the neighbor's trying to fine her home. Nobody claimed her, so he kept her as his own. She did not have a coop or enclosure so to speak. She was allowed to fly away if she wanted, as her wings were never clipped, but she dutifully stayed at my grandfather's side as he tended his gardens and trees. Why leave? She'd found paradise and a friend. Lucky for her, he let her roost at night locked in the very clean and nice garage on the garage door tracks with her butt hanging over his always-clean Volvo! He must have washed it every day. He built her a small box in a tree where she would lay him an egg when she saw fit and they lived like that for years and years. He used to catch her for us and let us hold her. She was so good to let us excited kids hold her for long periods of time. This is a picture of me in about 1977 with the little lady. Her name escapes me now, and "Gubbin" is long gone. I was wondering what breed she may be? She was cream with a brown/orange head and feathered feet. I have 4 birds of my own, but think it would kind of fun to find one like grandfathers. Do you know?