Well, they did get bigger. But he didn't give them away. Instead, he threw them out into the yard. One of the two white ones wandered too close to the dog and perished. The remaining chickens (both hens) have become free-range suburban chickens.
I protested having the birds in the yard. We live in a restricted covenent community, and I don't want to draw the attention of the neighborhood PTB. I'd like to fly under the radar with our critters.
DH continued to laugh. One of the neighbors did ask him about the chickens. DH said that they were wild chickens - and that wasn't exactly a lie. Because you can't catch them. The white one is especially skittish. Which, if you're a chicken and not in possession of much grey matter, is probably a good thing.
Lately they have been wandering into the neighbor's yards. Our buddy Bubba (4 doors up, across the street) got a call from his wife the other morning. She was laughing at the chickens wandering through their front yard.
DH says they're hell on bugs, and will pounce on those little lizards. They roost in a big fig tree in our side yard, safe from the coyotes. My sister has chickens (and a pen and a chicken house) at her home, and she gets eggs. So we started looking. And looking. They were spending a lot of time in our front shrubbery. So DH looked a bit further.
(I think the red hen is quite pretty.)