Everyone meet Jay-Z:
He is MY metal chicken. And yes those are forks that are making his wings. I adore each little yellow toe that he had.
I am thinking about photographing him sitting outside on people's doormats. But then I would be worried that he would get chickennaped. And we don't want that.
Jay-Z is the mini boyfriend of Beyonce. He traveled many miles to come live with me and we already have bonded as he sits right by my bed so I wake up to that darling little beak of his.
I know...you love him too.
He's kind of awesome.
I am about to be gone for awhile. Just a little while I say. But I will be back with tale galore and will be excited to catch up in the blog world! In the meantime Jay-Z will be my watchchicken and will hold down the fort around here.