Caiden has become famous, at least in his own mind. Earlier this summer, he sold my friend Melissa a clutch of eggs for her broody banty hen to sit on. She left him a $5 bill in the empty nest box in our barn. Three weeks later, she had a motley crew of chicks, whose parentage was a little uncertain. We have two roosters and 21 hens, so there's no telling who belongs to whom!
But three of the hatched chicks, who were at birth nearly the size of their banty adoptive mother, definitely are cochins (at least, mostly). We just call them "Caiden chickens," which please Caiden greatly to have a breed named after him.
He also told me he plans to move to Kentucky to open a chicken farm, so he can expand his business of raising free range chickens for their eggs.
Grayson told him he's not interested in being the farm manager, but you never know. First you start with a clutch of eggs, then you want a chicken farm. I love it when he dreams big!