Chicken Baby

When living near Warner, Oklahoma  around  1977 we had a couple horses, some  chickens, peacocks, and pigs. The girls had named two of the little pigs Arkie and Okie. To this day I wish I had a video of them trying to ride those pigs. Of course they didn't stay on long because the pigs ran against a building and brushed them off. 

One day I called Dayna and Darlene in from the back yard, where they had been playing, to eat  lunch. They came in, hurriedly ate, and rushed back outside to play, but shortly they were back.

As the girls came through the door, Darlene was carrying a dead chicken and crying heartbrokenly. She was saying, "My baby won't move!" It wasn't hard to see that it's neck was broken. 

After questioning the girls I found that they had been playing house, and a couple chickens were their babies. When I had called them in for lunch they pushed their babies inside cement blocks so they wouldn't have to catch them again after lunch.  Darlene had broken her chicken's neck when she pushed it in.