Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The problem is that Ricky Martin is somewhat large and definitely unwieldy, and not easy to take places.
I decided I wanted a smaller metal chicken we could more easily take places. As in, something that might fit in my camera bag.
Yes, siblings, plural.
One of these adorable hatchlings will travel with us for our weekend trips, and when we walk and see things of interest. (Never fear, Ricky Martin the Metal Chicken will still travel on the trips where we visit people.)
The other one, will go to someone else. Maybe you!
Here’s what you have to do.
You must comment (here!) about what you would do with one of Ricky Martin the Metal Chicken’s siblings.
The winner will be chosen by me (and perhaps Michael), and go where we think this teeny metal chicken will have the best home.
Additionally, I am lousy and giving things names. (Which is why his furriness is named Kat.) So, some other random (as yet to be determined) prize will be given to the person who comes up with the best name for Ricky Martin’s younger sibling.
This contest will remain open until I decide it is closed.
And remember: I am completely and totally open to bribery.