When I was a child, my parents let me choose an "Easter chick" from the feed store each year. I brought it home, set up a brooder in my room, and cared for it (kept it with me at all times when I wasn't at school). My mom let it follow her around the house all during school ours. She looked after it very well. Each year after the chick had fully feathered out, my dad would take it to one of his friends that had a family farm on wonderful acreage. He would let us visit and send pics of my chickens. They all survived, were kept, and received a fabulous free-range life. I still have the picture of one in particular. It decided to live with his flock of turkeys rather than chickens. Hilarious!!
