Don't know. I mean... with all the ribbons and stuff, maybe she was a present. Who from, though - your guess's as good as mine.

( he crouches a little so he can peer at the little chick over the rim of her box, reaching in to stroke the downy feathers on her back as she cheeps questioningly. ) It's weird, I know her from somewhere -- there were more, too - bigger, but their feathers were different. Yellow, mostly. ( it's fuzzy, but things are coming back little by little. ) They got so big you could put a saddle on and everything, too.