We stopped to get more chick starter at Alamo Hay and Grain yesterday, and I bought another chicken. Last week we bought 15, so it’s a comparatively small commitment.
We named it Pocket. It’s the smallest chicken I’ve ever seen. I think it must be a sparrow, or something close.
When we took Pocket to the counter to pay for her, Alamo Hay and Grain Owner looked at her and at the 50 lb bag of chick starter that Bill was holding and said, “That’s a lot of food for that chicken.”
I said, “Well, look at the size of her compared to the others.” He had this look like he was going to argue with me, but didn’t. Not worth the trouble. He just took Bill’s money and let us go.
Pocket’s interests currently include: pockets, napping and eating toast, particularly in combination if she can manage it.
My interests include taking photographs of her next to other small objects for scale.
Bill’s interests include reminding me that while small, she’s still a chicken, and that chickens don’t belong in the house. Fortunately for Pocket, Bill is also quite partial to a piece of toast. It can be pretty distracting for him.