Hi, My name is Kelsey and I acquired a chicken in September. One of my coworkers has named her Henrietta, but I just call her my Backyard Chicken. I say acquired because her living in our yard was most definitely not up to us. Early September we noticed a chicken hanging around the back of our yard. Assuming she had made a break for it and was on the lam, we left her alone, hoping she would find her way back home that day. The next morning, I look out the window, and she's still there just pecking around the area. Fast forward to the next week. There are a couple people in the neighborhood over from mine that have had chickens, but it looks like neither have a flock this year. My neighbor across the street (we are a corner lot and so is he), an older gentleman, kindly informs me that there is a chicken in my yard. Thank you, Mr. Johnson, I hadn't noticed. He tells me it belongs to someone a few streets over and he has been waiting for them to come get her from his yard for a couple weeks. So good, owner knows the chicken is around here, cool. Hopefully they find her soon. I finally break down after another week and at least put a water bowl out for her while she is visiting. Fast forward again to almost two months of a chicken living in my yard. She sleeps in a tree, is skittish of people and has a safety bush that she stays close to, and I finally got an egg this morning. She is a lovely red color that I had originally pegged as a pretty classic RIR, but this morning she laid a green egg, so I am now leaning towards some form of an Easter Egger.