Another Metal Chicken Has Stolen My Heart

Recently I was perusing the closing pictures of 2nd term on the Camp Honey Creek website, when I came upon this gold nugget. . .

At first at I laughed seeing Melvin on his perch, but then it made me a little sad because my need for a metal chicken in my life was still not fulfilled. Then two days later on Sunday,  I was walking into the College Station H-E-B (by myself because Daniel did not want to go with me) and what did appear before my wondrous eyes . . . .

A BIG METAL CHICKEN!

Well knowing Daniel had given a quick "NO" to the last time I asked to buy a similar one, my hopes were instantly dashed. After getting everything on (and not on my list), I walked past the big metal chicken again and my heart longed for a metal chicken even more. As I was driving though the parking lot, I saw a small metal chicken and then it occurred to me . . . Daniel only said "NO" to a BIG metal chicken and he wasn't there for me to ask about a small metal chicken since he REFUSED to go to the store with me . . . .

I quickly parked my car and ran to pick up my small metal chicken and carried him straight to the check out. After purchasing my chicken, the cashier asked if I needed help out to my car and I told her, "No, it's ok. I am an expert with metal chickens." As I walked out the door, a woman stopped to tell me that my chicken was "hilarious" which led to a discussion about blogs and big metal chickens. I then proudly loaded my new chicken into my car and as I drove home I began to have a tiny feeling of worry that my new small metal chicken would not be allowed to perch on the front porch and would be shipped off to my classroom at school. So I developed a plan of action . . .

I parked close enough to my neighbors car so that when I opened my door, it obscured the view from the house window and I brought in MOST of the groceries. Daniel asked if I needed help and I told him to just take the ones I had and start putting them away since there were only two bags left. I quickly retreated to the car and grabbed the bags and my new small metal chicken. I perched him on the front porch and quickly shut the door behind me. So far all was good.

We had two friends over for dinner that night and neither commented on our new addition (well Claire almost did . . . ). Since I leave before Daniel does in the morning, I knew I had a good 24 hours before anything was said. Now it is Wednesday and no mention has been made of my new small metal chicken that I have named Charley. Good news Charley, I think you are safe! As the holidays start to roll around you now get to look forward to Charley being included in my holiday porch decorations! My void for a metal chicken in my life has been filled and hopefully the next time I ask Daniel to go the store with me he will . . . . because I now have my eye on a big metal flamingo.