
If you can’t get a real egg-laying, cluck-rapping, underground chicken in Salem, you can always pick up these ladies — er, hens — er, ambigiously sexless fabric chickens at the Salem Saturday Market.
No word on whether they can tie their own shoes…

If you can’t get a real egg-laying, cluck-rapping, underground chicken in Salem, you can always pick up these ladies — er, hens — er, ambigiously sexless fabric chickens at the Salem Saturday Market.
No word on whether they can tie their own shoes…