As part of my campaign to escape the shackles of my computer desk at least once a day, this afternoon d_ragondaughter
and I went to the grocery store to take advantage of a sale on canned soup, then swung back around to the Target, using the Sekrit Back Route of Not Taking the Highway on a Saturday. (it's non-stop fun and excitement around here, folks)
We came up to the first turn, waited for the light, and she was about halfway through the intersection when we both kind of looked, blinked, and simultaneously said, "Is that... a _chicken_?"
Because, yes, indeed, there was a fairly large chicken, at the side of a gravel driveway belonging to a small pinkish house, happily pecking away. And, as we drove past the house itself, we could see there were two more chickens, also cheerfully involved in some very important gravel- and bug-related endeavors. Not a usual thing to see in that part of town, free-range chickens.*
Then, as we were pulling up to the Target, I noticed that the parking lot had sprouted a new building. With signs on it indicating that it is soon to become a Kentucky Fried Chicken.**
Me: That's... they're putting up a Kentucky Fried Chicken
Dragonsdaughter: Wait, what? NOOOOOO!
Me: There, there; the Chick-Fil-A
will laugh at it. *pious tone* Except on Sundays, when it will pray for its miserable soul.
Dragonsdaughter: *bursts out laughing*
(seriously; the Chick-Fil-A is no more than fifty yards away from the new building)
*Mostly due to the large intersection and significant road, frankly. Although I vaguely recall regulations about chickens and suburbia in general sort of way, but that might have been for the next town over.
**Or, if you want to go by their recent, face-palmingly dumb attempt to redefine "KFC" for the modern, health-conscious age, "Kitchen Fresh Chicken"... that never really seemed to take, although they pretty much stick to the initials nowadays, and hope people won't think "Fried."