I guess 14 feet tall was an overstatement, for those who I've told about these roosters. But 9 feet, easy.
I have been passing these guys for a couple of years now; they stay in a little yard ornament shop a couple miles from my home. And while I can't imagine the yard they would be absolutely beautiful in, that may just be a lack of imagination on my part.
Recently, I've been thinking about these guys in a new light. Here's my logic: if I had them hanging around in my front yard, I just feel like robbers would take a look and say, "Huh. I bet there's nothing in that house that we want." Or, at least, it would be a select group of robbers who'd be drawn to them.
(These are not fiberglass statuary, by the way. They seem to be formed from some type of resin.)
I would also like to point out that it was warm enough today for me to exit my car just to take photos of giant plastic chickens. that's melting snow on the sidewalk! Melting!
3 comments:
i cannot wait to come see the public art in your vicinity. cannot. wait.
i cannot wait for your visit! Just let me know when.
That's a big chicken.
-Woody Allen, as Miles Monroe in "Sleeper"
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