Our small southern town has two claims to fame:
1. it was created as a community for Civil War veterans where both Yanks and Rebs lived together peacefully
2. we have wild chickens running rampart in our streets
I’ll post another time about the founding of our little rural area , but this weekend the CHICKENS took precedent as we celebrated our annual
WILD CHICKEN FESTIVAL. We really do have chickens running down Main St. as well as most other areas of town. We never know when we’ll look out our window and see them scratching in the flower beds. Local citizens either LOVE them or HATE them. They are both BEAUTIFUL and a NUISANCE. But love or hate we all enjoy our little festival.
This year things started off on Friday night with a CONCERT and street dance by a band that my hubby and I used to love when we were in college. They are a “wee bit” older now but THE BUSHMEN still sound great! Then on Saturday downtown was filled with vendors selling their wares, lots of yummy food, a rock climbing wall, bungee jumping, and train and pony rides for the kids. The weather was beautiful and our local population multiplied many times over.
This guy was the Chicken Man
He told us more information about chickens than you'd ever want to know!
Lots of cute animals for the kids to pet
Bloomin' Onions....yum, yum
REAL Potato Chips...these don't come in a bag!
The highlight of the weekend is always the same...
PARACHUTE JUMPERS.
Where are they?
She loves to pose!
We don’t get much excitement around here so the festival is always a welcomed event. Funny thing, however....during the festival that celebrates them... all the CHICKENS take cover and are nowhere to be seen. I promise you though that if you come for a visit, as my friend Jackie did, I’ll drive you around town and we’ll find more than a few. We might even have to stop in the middle of the street to let a Mama and her Chicks pass by. Ya’ll come on down now, ya hear!
The end of a beautiful spring day in the South

