More Powerful Beyond Measure

MORNING WITH THE CHICKENS...

THE KING OF MAIN STREET

A GUY AND HIS GIRLS

                                                                                          

We literally woke up with the chickens this morning. However, these chickens were not in our backyard.

BIDDIES

COULD THIS BE A LOVE TRIANGLE?

HANGING OUT BEHIND NABiLA'S FOR THE TREATS

We hit the road at daybreak this morning to go where these chickens hang out. Down winding country roads, through beautiful south Georgia farmland we traveled to Fitzgerald, GA. 
A quaint, beautiful,  southern town, Fitzgerald, is off the beaten path of interstate highways and overpopulated areas. This tucked away, sweet little village is also the home of hundreds of street chickens. They roam wherever their hearts desire and add to the charm of the town. Having heard of these renegade chickens I wanted to see them as they carried on their chicken activities.

I grew up not far from Fitzgerald, but I never went there very often. However, this week I have been down there twice.

I drove the 60 miles there this past Wednesday to attend funeral services for the father of one of my friends. 

Though sad circumstances brought me to this place, I fell in love with it immediately. 

Maybe because of the roaming chickens, 

but I think that was only part of it. 

Fitzgerald has the same southern qualities as the town in which I grew up. It's a traditional southern town with genuine, friendly people, moss draped trees and slow simple living. 

Also, no visitor can hide there because everyone knows everyone.

It could be the setting for any movie made about the south. 

Main Street is lined with breathtaking historical homes, some Victorian; some small bungalows; and some Antebellum. 

A portico between two Main Street homes.

The line of homes on Main Street appears to flow seamless into the businesses on the other end.

The streets are paved with bricks and the sidewalks are custom designed with blue and gray geometric shapes.

There's wrought iron everywhere

and older landmarks of the town have been updated and remodeled. 



One of my favorites was the Art Deco Style
Grand Theatre.

As we left the funeral, we searched for a place to eat lunch. Fitzgerald is full of One Way streets and we rambled and rambled until we came upon Nabila's.

I had read about Nabila's restaurant in GEORGIA magazine, so I was excited when we found it there on the corner of Main Street. Here we ate the most wonderful Southern buffet meal that I have eaten in a very long time. 

Unless you are from the south there is no way to explain how a meal like that can make you feel. 

There's a saying here...
"It was so good, it would make you want to slap somebody!"  

Exactly!

The only thing missing for me was my Granny and her Boarding House cooking, and my mama's cooking that she filled with so much love. This food was very close! 

When I got home that Wednesday, I told Bill about the restaurant and he immediately yelled,

"Road trip Sunday!"  

 It's not unusual for us to take off on a Sunday to random parts just to eat and explore. 

 And that's exactly what we did today in Fitzgerald. 

Bill is not from the south, he's lived all over, and he doesn't quite have the same connection I have with the food I grew up on. 

However, he knows what's good, enjoys southern food, and he enjoys chasing after chickens with a camera! 

What an incredible morning!

I had been so disappointed that in all my one way street ramblings on Wednesday, I had not seen one single chicken! 

So seeing a chicken became our mission of the day.  

Dumpster Diving Diva! 

And chickens 
we did see!!!!

You know, it's really the simple things in life that make it so wonderful, isn't it?