Funny story about my first buff named Goldie...
I was about 8-9 years old when I got my first flock. I LOVED Goldie. She and I were very good pals. At the time I lived in a small subdivision outside of town, and was the only one with chickens. So one day, I am carrying Goldie around the neighborhood going on a walk, which apparently is not a normal thing to do. One of my neighbors sees me and calls out, "What sort of dog do you have there?" I walk over to her, tell her it is not a dog, it is a chicken, then proceed to tell her breed and gender. She asks a couple of questions about chickens, which I answer, then proceeds to stare at me very oddly as I continue to go on my walk with my chicken.