a tale of two chickens

the baron's mother was born in the year of the rooster, an obvious fact to anyone who has visited the baron's mother's house. roosters abound, in the form of kitschy bric-a-brac and at least one large wall clock.

the baron, though born in the year of the snake, seems to be following her mother's poultry-flavored footsteps:



the chicken on the left, or timer chicken, was a gift from the baron's recent traveling companion, and is a little something you, reader can pick up at anthropologie. the chicken on the right, or chicky chicky brock brock, is something the baron and the husband picked up in phoenix a few years ago, from sur la table. chicky holds salt and, along with timer chicken, stands silent guard over the kitchen. a nice pair, no?