Coloured feathers
One of the common sights you'd see outside of any school or children's playground would be of a man on a cycle selling (wait for it) dyed chicks. It was only recently that I actually read about the dying procedure and realising that they process could only be classified as cruelty to animals. However, I'm not going to dwell in to that aspect and instead, talk about MY pink dyed chick, as well as my siblings. Mind you, for us, they were no laughing matter. They weren't just something we got as a treat for cleaning our room and then left to fend off for themselves locked up in a cage. No, these were REAL pets, like any cat or dog (this was before our cat's time of course...) So, I recall having a pink one (though I can't remember its name), my sister had a yellow one, my youngest brother had a brown one I think. My middle brother had an orange one, and my eldest brother had a green one. I've forgotten what we had named ours, but I DO rememb...