The Thanksgiving holiday has caused the following thing to happen (apologies Washington Post):
An apparition has popped up in an otherwise tasteful front yard in Sandy Spring. Opinions vary as to the genesis of this beast. One theory holds that tongue depressors (or possibly Popsicle sticks) suddenly became overdosed on growth hormone and assembled themselves into this fowl collage. Supporting this hypothesis: the house is next to a dentist’s office.
I submit that an unfortunate Adirondack chair met a farmer with a hatchet – it certainly wasn’t hatched! Supporting this? Cherchez the fowl feet, fashioned from a saw-toothed farm implement, clearly visible in the close-up.
Can’t wait to see what they do for Christmas!