This is me, I'm guessing when I was about 7 years old, holding Fuzzy Feet on the left and Dollars on the right. Dollars was my first pet chicken and was always my favorite. And I know you are all, thinking, "I get the name Fuzzy Feet, it's got feathers on its feet, but Dollars?!?"
When Dollars started to loose her chick down and grow in feathers, she would nibble at them and constant fluff up her feathers. When she'd fluff up, invariably one or two feathers would shake free and float down to the ground in that gentle back and forth motion that dollar bills follow when they settle through the air. And thus the name Dollars. And don't forget that I was 5 years old when I coined this name. I'm surprised I didn't name her Foghorn Leghorn. If she had been white, I'm sure I would have.
She lived a grand life roaming the back yard with her buddy, Saute (I'll save the explanation of her name for another post.), all day long and finally passed of natural causes when she was about 8 years old.