I still read The Bloggess’ post on Big Metal Chickens every few days, just to keep belly laughing.
My bff Holly and I dismiss most problems by saying that we wouldn’t even be having this conversation if Beyonce was towels.
So imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this glorious hunk of metal at the Eastern Market in Washington, DC this weekend:
Moments after finding this gem of a big metal chicken, this appeared in my email inbox:
The Atlanta Big Metal Chicken!
It’s like learning a new word- once you learn a new word, you see it everywhere. And who knew Big Metal Chickens were everywhere?!