This is how we got our first chickens as a kid. It was around Easter so they were all dyed different colors. Come to think of it my mom probably did that, not the company. Anyway we ended up naming some of them based off the colors so the pink one was pinky pie.

Well, pinky pie grew up to be a very mean rooster so we’d always be yelling his name along with some choice words when he attacked us. I remember one time climbing up on the fence to get away from him and being stuck there surrounded by like 3 pissed off roosters.

But roosters are sweet compared to male peacocks. We had some of those too but that’s a story for another time