This chicken lives in my office:
I bought her at a trading post near Farmington, New Mexico two summers ago. Who can possibly resist a purple chicken, I ask you?
THIS chicken, on the other hand:
I had to leave him behind at an roadside flea market/antique store because I had flown to New Mexico and I'm pretty sure the airport people wouldn't let me carry him on the plane. He's probably happier in sunny and dry New Mexico, as he'd be even rustier and perhaps a tad mildewy if I'd put him in my yard in Mississippi.