This picture was taken in 1897, and shows a boy with his two chickens. He looks to be a shoeshine boy. Maybe someone payed him for a shoeshine with chickens? We may never know for sure.
The new chickies are doing great. It has only been two days, but we have already decided these chickens will be for eggs, not for the frying pan. I would not be able to bring myself to lower the axe on one, so we will continue to buy our chicken at the grocery store, and enjoy the eggs from these little guys. When we got the chickens, they were one day old. It is amazing how they come right out of the egg knowing everything they need to know. They run right over to the water and start drinking. They run right over to the food tray and eat. Then they run around and scratch and peck and scratch and peck. They are on wood chips over newspaper, so the chances of finding something good are nil, but yet on day one they know that chickens should scratch and peck. I am very happy with both the chickies and the peacocks. Birds make very good pets. They are very friendly, and sociable with people. When I get home, you can see the peacocks looking out the window, waiting for me to bring them something. Also, birds pretty much take care of themselves. They are much easier pets than dogs or cats.
We used to have a little parakeet named blueboy. Blueboy passed away last year, but we had had him for about 9 years. He was a good talker, and could say about 20 different things. He was a very smart little bird. We would leave his cage door open, so he pretty much had free reign in the house. We also had a little shiatsu dog. The bird would get on the floor, and start herding the dog around the house. When the bird got on the floor, he would start chasing the dog around barking. Yes, the bird would bark at the dog, and the dog did not like it. Then, when the bird had the dog cornered, the bird would start saying "Bad Dog, Bad Dog". Then the dog would cower down with its tail between its leg. That was really something funny to watch. The bird would also fly down onto the table when we were eating. He would walk around the table and takes bites of food off our plate of the things he liked. He never walked on the food, but would walk in a circle around the plate. He loved Chili, scrambled eggs, salad, chicken, and bell peppers. If we took the bird in the car somewhere, and went through a drive through at a fast food place, the bird would bark real loud at the fast food attendant. He had seen the dogs do that once, so whenever we went through the drive through he would bark.
Most people get two parakeets as pets. The problem with this is that they bond with each other, and then pretty much will never talk. If you just get one, they bond with you, and learn to talk and do all these other interesting things.
I think birds have pretty much been the best pets that I have had.