( This is a story based on my own chickens and how my yard became known as Chickerton. I hope everyone enjoys reading!) Chapter 1 £ittle Joe crowed proudly in front of the old toolshed, where his wife was busy setting on eggs in a tin clothesbasket filled with hay. She had laid and set on eggs before a year earlier; and it had not been a fortunate family. Her eldest daughter had been killed by a hawk, and her quadriplet sons were killed off by the dogs. Her only descendant left was a coal-black hen named Maria. And on that cold February morning when Cupcake was setting in the clothesbasket, one by one her little eggs started to hatch. Little Joe stood by the door, chasing off any predators and protecting his family. By the end of the day six little chicks had hatched. They were all unique. Some were black, some were black and white, others mottled, another goldish-reddish. It was quite an interesting-looking brood. Cupcake cooed and clucked to her chicks as they huddled underneath their mama. As night came, Cupcake and her chicks were taken into the farmhouse to keep warm. When morning came, they were all watered and fed wet bitty mash. And as the morning grew warmer they were put outside into a pen on the ground to scratch up worms and small greens and such. Little Joe was not put in the pen, however, for it had no room for an exceptionally large rooster like he; but he stayed nearby, contended as long as his wife and chicks were in sight. "Bumblebee, Penguin...Cinnamon..." Cupcake said, naming her chicks. "Chickadee, Charcoal, Inkspot!" "Don't forget the new peep," Little Joe said, looking at the completely yellow chick that just hatched. "Hmm...her name is Lemon." She finally said. And so Bumblebee, Penguin, Cinnamon, Chickadee, Charcoal, Inkspot, and Lemon were the new chicks.