I found her a few years ago at a junky antique shop on the Oregon Coast. I fell in love from across the room...her face, her hair and the sunlight on the meadow behind her. For $8, she was mine. When I got her home, I realized the object in her hands was not a fluffy hat after all. It's a chicken. A dead chicken. I was sort of horrified, but I liked her enough to keep her on my bedroom wall for awhile. Recently, I decided that she should find a new home. Here she is, up for sale at the Plucky Maidens Junk Fest. I wrote on her price tag: "Frenchy Girl About to Pluck a Dead Chicken". Perhaps that is why she was still there at the end of the day.