You didn't miss the chicken story. I was going to include it with the picture, but I was at work and my boss was standing over my shoulder.
So here's the story-
Shortly after I graduated high school (1988), my brother ran into the house yelling "There's a chicken running down our street". We didn't believe him at first, because we lived in a VERY suburban bedroom community of Washington DC. But, he was right. After chasing it around (and having some interesting run-ins with the neighbors), we caught it and brought it in. The pic is in our hallway, where we fed it canned corn (we had no idea what to feed it). Loppy (the grey cat) was going nuts so we had to put her in the basement. The county animal control was closed for the day, so we put it in our backyard shed with corn, water and shredded newspaper for a nest (it was in June, so we didn't have to worry about the temperature). The next day, animal control picked it up.
There were a large number of Central and South American immigrants that lived in our area, so we assumed that the chicken was someone's dinner who had made a jailbreak. And that's the story of our one day pet chicken.