My dad was in the AF and at the time, we were stationed in Germany. A family he worked with got their kids a chick for Easter (I think it was dyed - horrible!!! I know!) This was back in the late 70's. I was between 7 and 9. They'd asked my dad if we could take the chick after Easter as we lived off base in an old farm house. So we wound up with this cute little chick who wound up being a Rhode Island Red. We named her "Chick" aptly and just loved her.
Chick was more like a dog than a chicken and would follow me all over the place doing that neat little "jog" that hens do - head/neck stretched way out kinda low to the ground trotting behind me. In warmer weather, she'd pant a little trying to keep up. I can only imagine what the German folks thought seeing an American girl wandering around town with a chicken trotting along beside/behind her.
My brother taught her to ride on the handlebars of his BMX and would ride her up the road to the cemetery which was about a mile away from us and would race back with her hunkered down. My folks have a picture of her riding with him at their home.
We acquired a few more hens in addition to Chick and they had a blast scratching up our garden and flopping over in the dust in the warm summers for a nap. I caught my first eggs from those birds and thought that was the coolest thing.
Unfortunately, one night while we were out eating, some dogs broke into the hen yard and scared some of them out of their coop and killed them. Chick was one of them
We got more chickens after moving back to the states two of them a bantam pair who were just as cute as could be. This past spring, hubby decided it was time for us to have chickens too
YAY!