Above photo is of me in 1955 and the lower image is of my grandson, Adam. Same river, 61 years apart.
This chicken was one of four urban chickens that lived down the street from our daughter’s house in the Sabin neighborhood of Portland, Oregon. On our walks home from the school our granddaughter attended we would sometimes stop by to feed the chickens-which was usually crackers like those small fish shaped crackers ( the name escapes me). There were quite a few urban chicken coops in NE Portland. One house, some sort of a commune, even had goats and sheep.
My grandson, Elliott and myself, having a bit of fun at Coney Island in August of 2019. The parrot is real.