I kind of have a thing for roosters. I'm not sure when it started, but over the years I've amassed quite the collection.
These roosters sit on top of the hutch in the breakfast nook:
These are decorating my mantle (I do love the painting my mother gave me!):
And this guy is a lamp that Kristen gave me. It has a red shade, and I'm going to embellish it with feather trim and hope that Joey will leave it alone!
There are some other roosters here and there, but that's the bulk of them. Somehow I think I may have enough!
The funny thing is that I'm absolutely terrified of chickens in real life. We once visited some family friends with a chicken coop and I remember feeling trapped with all those sharp beaks and claws. Shudder. My love for them is strictly one of decorating accessories!
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