We took really good care of them, and our red & blue chickies... became big red & blue chickens. They would follow us around and play with us in the back yard. If I can find that picture, I would so post it. Then a neighbors hunting dog got loose from their yard, jumped our fence, and ate our chickens. It was a sad day at our house. Mom stopped buying us chickens.
Well, now my kids are at that age. It's now looked down upon for chicken sellers to dye the eggs, to get colored chickens.. so sadly my son won't be getting a green chicken, no blue chicken for Billy, and no pink chick for Baby... but they did get a chicken from my mom last year. And it has grown alot.
And they still play with it. This is my sister in law holding it for Beau to pet. I'm glad that some traditions are staying in the family and that my kids get to experience this.
