I have been scanning old family photographs and found some of myself as a toddler with my Aunt Keatie. My mother emigrated from Ireland to Indiana in 1963. We spent many summers in my childhood visiting the relatives. I attribute my love for poultry to these experiences! Keatie always had a laying flock across the road, but usually kept a pet hen in a barrel, either in the garden during summer, or the turf shed. Delaware? Columbian Rock? And she brought the hen into the KITCHEN, just for me!