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Giant Chicken Army: North Carolina’s Master of Disguise

Giant Chicken Army: North Carolina’s Master of Disguise

Don’t sleep on the Giant Chicken Army. I’ve warned you all before but it’s the same old story. No one does anything until it’s too late.

While heading towards the Dragon in October, I encountered another mobilized soldier, but this time the scaly legged critter was in uniform. Or… disguise.

Perhaps, as previously postulated, it is the same chicken following me but the long way ’round and he’s wearing a new t-shirt to try to blend in. This theory is terrifying on several levels. The most troubling being that this chicken has ESP to know where I’m going before I do. I mean we’re talking about Men Who Stare at Goats-level PsyOps.

I’m telling you, people. They/He is everywhere. Next time you see a pair of beady eyes staring in your window one night, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

Location:
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Random Odds and Ends from Kansas and Missouri

Random Odds and Ends from Kansas and Missouri

My route back home to Long Island from Catoosa, Oklahoma in October of 2016 bumbled along Route 66.

At the time I remember feeling like I was moving too fast, that I wasn’t taking enough time to linger. I don’t know why that happens but it does. You long for time away and then while you’re in the midst of it, you won’t slow down to savor it.

Looking through my limited selection of photos through Kansas and Missouri, hindsight tells me that I did it wrong. I hurried too much.

While traveling along ’66 in Illinois, I saw a vibrant blue Selz shoe wall ad in the town of Chenoa. While this one doesn’t quite compare aesthetically, it was still nice to see. This faded ad was in the town of Galena, Kansas.

Cars on the Route and the inspiration for Tow Mater.

I don’t know if I was delirious from dehydration or what, but the signs along the road for Uranus Fudge Factory cracked me up every time. To protect and serve Uranus.

The Route 6 Giant Chicken Army

The Route 6 Giant Chicken Army

It’s been a while since I posted any news from the front lines of the Giant Chicken Army. But that is about to change, my friend. On Route 6 in the town of Wyalusing, Pennsylvania I stumbled across a mass-gathering of the feathered fiends.

Behold!


Apparently they come in all flavors :-/

Up the road a piece I also saw the tank unit. You’ve been warned.

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On the Front Lines with the Giant Chicken Army

On the Front Lines with the Giant Chicken Army

For someone who never goes anywhere and never does anything, I managed to go a few places and do a few things on my motorcycle in 2015. In those travels, I saw firsthand some of the amassing giant chicken army.

Nescopeck, PA:

Charleroi, PA – The greatest parking space in the world:

Hopwood, PA:

Frankdford, DE:

Painter, VA:

Cave City, KY:

Cave City, KY:

Man down in Holbrook, NY. A sad state of affairs:

This post is part of a 29 posts in 29 days blogging challenge hosted by Kathy at ToadMama.com. Today’s writing prompt: Share an animal image and explain the rationale behind your choice.
Road Tripping: A Fabulous Pennsylvania Roadside Animal Menagerie

Road Tripping: A Fabulous Pennsylvania Roadside Animal Menagerie

Sometimes I will pull up a favorite in my GPS and follow it on a whim.

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That isn’t to say that occasionally before I arrive at whatever place I’m going to that I don’t think to myself, “what the hell are you doing?

Shortly before ending up at Tim’s Secret Treasures in Charleroi, Pennsylvania I asked myself just that. But upon arrival I quickly remembered why I’d saved the place in my favorites to begin with.

I doubt anyone would argue – this should be my designated parking space! ::swoon::

Monkey needs a hug, don’t you think?

Sweet pink pig with sassy red hooves.

Giant Chicken Army in the hoooooooouse! A two-fer, no less. Apparently in 2014, one of Tim’s roosters was a victim of thievery, rustled away in the dark of night. (It wasn’t me, I swear!)

When it came time for me to press on, Oreo pig wouldn’t even look at me.

I know, Piggie. Don’t cry. I wish you could come home with me, too.

Anyone have any experience towing a pig behind a motorcycle?

 

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