Maybe I'll get Kerry to scan in a couple of old pics, because this was in The Days Before The Digital Camera...
While we were on the camping trip, that now lives in history as "Our Dam Vacation", we ended up in Winthrop over Labor Day Weekend. Winthrop is up in the mountains, in Washington (state), and is a 'wild west' town. They have rodeos. Real ones. So we went.
They had all the usual rodeo stuff - barrel racing, calf roping, bucking bronco riding (or whatever you call that!), and..... (ta daa!) all-comers KID'S EVENTS! The winners of the Stick Horse Race got giant belt buckles. That was not us. Then they had the Chicken Chase. They had all the kids come into the enclosed rodeo arena and then released a bunch of chickens - you catch it, you keep it!
I had no idea chickens were so fast and agile, and those farm kids were snagging them pretty quickly. About the time I thought it was all over, Tate came out of the fray with a pretty orange chicken tucked under his arm. She calmed right down once he got a snug grip on her, and Tate - my animal lover - was enthralled. He wanted to bring her home and keep her as a pet. In the house.
I had a 'policy' that there would be no pets in the house until everyone was out of diapers, and we weren't quite there yet, but I negotiated with Tate.
#1 A chicken is not a house pet.
#2 The chicken would be easy prey for the dogs and raccoons that frequent our neighborhood.
#3 There was no way under the sun that the chicken was riding home in my new-to-us minivan, so
#4 If the chicken left the rodeo grounds with us it's name would be Teriyaki (!)
#5 If Tate would graciously give the chicken to some farm kids, I would let him choose a pet more compatible with our lifestyle.
That's how we ended up with a hamster..... named Chicken.