In high school my dad brought home some chickens. We let them free range until there was only one little Roo left. His name was John. He was my pet Roo. He was a Black RIR Roo. We eventually got him a RIR hen I called Naomi. They brought me joy at the difficult time of adolescence. I guess I'm looking to get that back with some back yard chickens now.
My first "very own' chicken was a white polish hen. I was about 6-7. My mom used to say I would sit on the swing and swing with the hen sitting in my lap while singing at the top of my lungs. I've no idea what I sang. Probably a song from school or church. This was all around 50 years ago!
My very first breed was Black Australorps. I got 5 straight run from the feed store. 4 of them turned out to be roosters. I thinned the flock to one rooster and my hen... and then I added more breeds. Turns out I have chicken addiction.
Our first was Araucanas and Buff Orpingtons for eggs and Jumbo Rock-Cornish Crosses for meat, but they do lay light brown eggs. We ate a few, but most lived until they died of natural causes. That is how I know they laid brown eggs.
I was just a young kid when I got my first chicken. It was an Easter chicken that my parents let me pick out from the feed store across the street from my grandparents' house. There were all different colors to choose from! Pink, green, blue, lavender...Oh, how I loved that lavender color! I asked the store owner if he could tell me...was it a boy or a girl? He assured me it was a girl. So I paid the man for the little lavender chicken and went back to my grandparents' house. After Easter my parents and I went back home, with my little 'girl' in tow. I had decided to name her Violet. We lived in a large city in a residential subdivision. And I don't really think that chickens were allowed. But my dad put together a makeshift coop in the back yard for my new pet. Well, Violet grew up to be a large white rooster! He was so spoiled that I could rock him to sleep in my arms. And he 'protected me' from any neighbors or friends who came to visit. But his downfall was the incessant crowing at night when he could see us moving about inside the house and wanted attention. Neighbors started complaining. So my dad had to find a chicken farm that would give him a new home. It broke my heart! I'll never forget my Violet!
Narelle was a chick I was given at about 1 week of age. "She" grew into a large white rooster, who was most keen on 1 aspect of his roosterly duties (not crowing). He went to live on a farm. Our hens were scared of anything white for a long time after he left.