I used to get pictures of people’s babies on Facebook, with the occasional bluebonnet picture. Lately, I’ve gotten chickens.

My youngest son, Gary, and only daughter, Janet, have together bought themselves a house in La Grange. It comes with a barn. And the barn houses chickens.

After much planning, I was riding along as Gary transported me to their home for a visit.

Alas. Tragedy struck. By cellphone, a sobbing sister told her brother that two of the chickens were dead.

Janet’s little Chihuahua wanted to play with the little birds, which were just getting their real feathers.

Not a feather was touched. But, frightened, two of the little ladies had a heart attack, according to information relayed later by friend Misty.

The two surviving chickens are Mary June and Gloria. The dear departed were Louise and Alice.

Gary says if any of them turn out to be roosters, he’s going to name them Stew.

They were named for Janet’s friends in Virginia, many of whom are a little miffed that they did not have chickens named after them. She needs to get more chickens.

That problem may be quickly solved. A mother hen and group of chicks visit the house where Gary, a professional handyman, is working. They do not appear to have an owner. All he has to do is find a way to catch the mother hen. The chicks will follow, I think.

They also need to know if their teenager chickens will accept more baby chicks in the family. I advised my daughter to call her friendly county agent.

The house with the chicken barn is on the highway that leads to the famous annual Antique Fair, which is in progress as we speak. The merchandising goes all the way from La Grange to Round Rock, with acres of tent cities along the way.

State highways include SH237 and SH159.

Janet will join the fun with a garage sale right on her own piece of SH159.

During the fair, the men of First United Methodist Church in La Grange serve barbecue every day to all the visitors. They make a pretty good fortune for the church. Janet and Gary took their turn serving barbecued chicken during one day of the sale.

During my visit, we traveled as far as Warrenton, site of the barbecue, I think, to check out the scene and found everything you can think of — and some things you have never imagined — for sale up and down the way.

People from all over the world go to Round Rock. The town has a normal population of about 90. During the Antique Fair it goes to 100,000.

Some of the wares can be classed as valuable antiques. A lot of the merchandise has another name. Junk.

Cathy Gillentine is a Daily News columnist. She may be reached at cgillentine1@sbcglobal.net.

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