| You see, we were on our way home from Grandma and Grandpas
Bush's house in the evening about dusk. as we we were driving through the middle
of town with a good bit of traffic, Mom spotted this poor little yellow chick
dodging cars in the middle of the road. Being the kind loving person that she
is, she ordered me out into traffic to dodge cars in place of the chick, and
then to retrieve the chick. I didn't give it a second thought. Mom stops the
car, I bound out into the middle of the road to stop traffic, and then proceed
to chase the baby chicken around the road and around cars both those that were
moving and the ones that stopped to avoid hitting the crazy kid running around
in the street. after a few minutes of running around in traffic I manage to get
my hands around its little fluffy body. We figured that it was unlikely that
someone was going put up poster for a missing baby chick, no one ever did so we
kept it and raised it ourselves. at first we named it Henney Penney because we
thought it was a hen, but as she grew older she began to crow and then grew
a big red comb and big red wattles, so we had to rename her Roody Roster. Roody
Roster grew up to be one of the biggest chickens I have ever seen, and by far
the most friendly. that big ole chicken would follow you around when ever you
went outside just like a big puppy dog. dad had made a pen for him but he got
big enough that the neighborhood dogs and cats just left him alone, and then we
just let him wonder the yard. He eventually just got to big for himself and just
keeled over one day, but he had been a wonderful critter. |
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