Holly and Polly

...sounded so much better than Bullox and Baltimore...

but those are the names you get from a little boy
who brings home two chicks from school.

On the other hand,

they were pretty creative names from a young chap.

Here they were already showing their combs.

It's amazing how fast they grow.

In just two short months they were small wee hens

all feathered out.
We're pretty sure one is Rhode Island Red and the other may be a Leghorn.

Grandma didn't really need more hens,

but Bobo (and mom) strong-armed her into taking them

after he reared them a bit.

He's such a good boy, especially at school, 

we didn't want to let him down and say no.

He'd been banking on the second grade chicks all year long

and had his little heart set.

Here are the ladies the day they left...

all feathered out!