This picture was just too cute not to post it, to carry you through the weekend. Here is the explanation from the mother about her son's first "official run."
We live in Fair Oaks, in which our "Old Village" area features a little park that's populated by a band of chickens. There are many varieties, and some of the roosters have spectacular, colorful plumage. We go to the park and feed them, and they wander around the Village, even at the fine outdoor restaurant. It's our trademark; although some would prefer that our oaks, bluff, and beautiful reach of the American River would take precedence. In the festival's running events, the children are escorted by two adult runners wearing outrageous chicken costumes.