I tell people that I had chickens at various times while growing up in our very suburban neighborhood, and I'm not sure anyone has ever believed me. But I found some photographic proof:
Notes about this photo:
-That was Henry or Henrietta, my first pair of chicks.
-Look at me with long hair! And sorta mismatched clothing. Whatever...I was six.
-Omg, look at how young my Dad was!
Anyways, believe me now? haha
My goal for the spring is to convince my Dad to build a chicken coop. Fresh eggs, and I think it would be a good past-time for him. He needs a hobby.