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Well, this is going to be a crazy post.

I figured if nothing else, Snail might really have a good laugh. When I was a kid one of my brothers got me a chicken for Easter. I know you're not supposed to, but he said he knew I would take good care of the chicken and knew it would grow to lay eggs. Anyway, my favorite show was Loredo, that I watched with my dad. And our favorite character on it was Chad Cooper who was Peter Brown in real life. I thought he was so handsome.
Anyhow, I named the chicken Cooper and had it for a couple of years until my dad said it needed to be with other chickens. I was heartbroken. I walked my chicken every day. Yes, I put a small chain around it's leg and she had a leash. She loved the neighborhood and the kids. It was wonderful. She laid green eggs. She got to come into the house when my mom wasn't home, but when she heard my mom's voice, she would run to the back door, fast as all get-out. She was really smart. Coop was my first pet and I loved her almost as much as I loved Chad Cooper. Yesterday, Peter Brown passed away at 80 years old and it brought back all those memories of Coop my chicken, not to mention Chad Cooper and the times my dad and I had together when I was young. :) I know it sounds odd, but I liked to think that maybe my dad is waiting up there to tell him the story about his daughter loving him at age ten-twelve and naming a silly chicken after him. Because that's what I'm thinking of and smiling.

I told you this was going to be a crazy post and I wasn't kidding. Have a great weekend everyone. Oh, and by the way, my brother built a wonderful chicken coop for Coop in the garage and she lived there laying eggs for two years. He was really good to me. Tony liked Coop too. :) And my dad took me to the farm where they raised chickens for eggs and let me meet the owners for Coop. They were very nice to me and to Coop.

I forgot about Jess. When Coop was about six months old, my brother bought me a second chicken to keep Coop company and I named her Jess after a Laramie character named Jess Harper. HIs real name was Robert Fuller. I think he's still alive as far as I know, but Jess my 2nd chicken didn't make it. We were walking one day and a neighborhood cat attacked Jess. So she died when she was still a chick. Poor thing. But isn't it odd that I named both of my chickens after Western characters and to this day I don't like Westerns. LOL Go figure.


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Mar. 25th, 2016 09:32 am (UTC)
That's a great story Patt. I don't think I've ever seen a chicken on a leash before.:-)
Mar. 25th, 2016 10:05 am (UTC)
I crocheted it out of yarn. The leash, I mean. And the part that went around it's skinny little leg was made by me too. And my little brothers, the twins used to fight over who was going to hold the leash. My gosh it was so funny. Neighbors would come out to their porches and try not to laugh. I used to tell Pete and Paul that they were just jealous. LOL Those were good times. Do you know what her favorite food was? Lunch meat. Minced ham. (Yuck) I didn't like it, but Coop loved it. Oh the stories I could tell. I even got to take her to school one day. She was quite the hit. *grin* And the best part was she thought she was a dog. When a dog would come up to the fence and bark, she would charge the fence and made a ton of noise and scare some of the dogs away. LOL she loved being out on that leash. She walked just like a well trained dog. I just know you're all laughing your asses off, and that's okay. It is funny.

Edited at 2016-03-25 10:09 am (UTC)
Mar. 25th, 2016 11:01 am (UTC)
Poor Jess. :o( I'm sorry you had to give Coop up. It sounds like she was a right little character.
Mar. 25th, 2016 06:58 pm (UTC)
She was happy on the farm, so that warmed my heart. And my dad finally realized I was old enough to take care of a dog and we got our first dog after that. So Coop trained me. :)
Mar. 25th, 2016 12:11 pm (UTC)
I think that's a wonderful story. We used to have chickens when I was growing up, but sadly they were never pets. I could see how they could be though. Some had really nice traits and could be sweet. My dad would never allow us to become too attached to them. We were only allowed to go out to feed them or collect eggs, never actually play with them.

Sounds like little Coop was a great little pet and I'm sorry you had to get rid of her.

Mar. 25th, 2016 06:57 pm (UTC)
I saw how happy she was at the chicken farm and I was okay with it. She was a good pet. Very unique. :)
Mar. 25th, 2016 03:12 pm (UTC)
I am absolutely charmed by the vision of you walking your chicken on a leash through the neighborhood. Coop sounds like a chicken of Much Character, and you sound like just the person to help bring that character out. I'm sorry you had to let her go -- (makes me think of that WWI ? song, something about "how you gonna keep 'em down on the farm, now that they've seen gay Paree"?) and sorry about poor Jess. But your dad and brother are definitely Chicken Heroes. :-)
Mar. 25th, 2016 07:03 pm (UTC)
I cannot believe you all aren't teasing me. LOL People usually laugh their butts off when they hear these stories. She was a wonderful pet and got me ready to take care of our first dog. My dad named him. He was a German Shepherd and his name was Shep. He was such a great dog. My dad had odd names for animals. His dogs name was Pat. LOL LMBO He always loved the name Pat. HOw odd, eh?
Mar. 26th, 2016 04:57 pm (UTC)

Oh, what I wouldn't give to see you walking a chicken on a lead... you've made my weekend complete!

It's a gorgeous story too - if I ever keep chickens I shall think of you and name them after cowboys. ♥

Mar. 27th, 2016 03:25 am (UTC)
That would make my day and if I'm gone I'll be watching from heaven. :) I don't mean to be morbid, but one can go at any time. :)
Mar. 27th, 2016 09:14 am (UTC)
What a lovely little story, Patt. Thanks for sharing.

Mar. 27th, 2016 06:58 pm (UTC)
I was such a dork and continue to be one now. :)
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