Pecker and Kitty My brother and I were on a drive visiting with our Mom when we drove by a feed store in Loomis that had a "Baby Chicks" sign out front. Glenn wanted some so we stopped to look. He got some week-and-a-half old Leghorn chicks, and I was looking at some pretty gold ones that were larger. I decided I wanted one as a friend for Pecker, since the bigger sisters won't accept her in their run. There were less than a dozen left of these 3 1/2 week old chicks. The clerk had a hard time and finally caught a Silver Laced Wyandotte, so I thought OK, I don't need a gold one. Joanne named her Kitty, she's smart as a whip and wild as a baby quail. She's escaped a couple of times and I've had a heckofa time catching her. Pecker isn't too happy about all this, but she hasn't really hurt Kitty.