And chickens, too. I wonder how many wrecks occur along Highway 441 south of Clayton, Georgia, with folks trying to figure out just what is going on here. I know I had to make a U-turn, go back, and take another look. Whoever came up with this idea for getting tourists to pile into their country store was no ninny.
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