This year my mom finally bought a few chickens, something she's wanted to do for a long time. For the most part she lives in the city with some patches of bare desert and horse property. The first four chickens were eaten by coyotes, except one chicken named Penny, when they were let out of their coop too early in the morning. She bought three more that met the same fate, Penny made it out alive again, apparently putting them up too late in the day has the same effect. There was a learning curve. Penny, who's name was Penny from the beginning, then became our Lucky Penny.
Mom bought three more chickens that she has managed to keep alive so far. I don't know their names, but there are two beautiful red ones with the feathery feet, a gorgeous black and white speckled one, and of course Penny who is gray. The red ones are very friendly, my kids love to hold them. They just squat down when they know they're caught. All four lay eggs.
My daughter, Hunter, holding a red chicken.