While in Oregon, C. & A. would go to Aunt Mary's and feed her chickens.

They love it C. chases them, and tries to pet them, which looks more like hitting, picks them up,

throws their food at them -maybe he thinks they can eat it better who knows. 

Then one day or night I don't remember we were inside chatting and he saw this chicken.

He calls it "ticken".  He goes a lot of places with him. He shows people his ticken,

takes it outside to eat grass, packs it under his arm when walking, he eats dinner with him,

and he taks naps/sleeps with him.



chicken needed a baba