When I was growing up, my older brother worked at this animal feed/garden store called the Wagon Wheel. Every spring, they would set out a sign that said "pick up chicks here" so people would know where to pick up their order of baby chickens they ordered that year. We also lived in a tourist town, and soon people started taking pictures in front of the sign; girls, groups of girls, guys with girls, and pretty much anyone. Over the years it became it's own tourist attraction itself, without ever having that intention to begin with.
Photo by Brad Williams
Hard boiled egg chicks, in a gluten free spaghetti nest. Nori eyes, and carrot beaks.
Pick up chicks here!
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