That's what we're going for. A dozen a week at least?
The first Chick Inn was in Provo, Utah.
I've grown attached to this view.
But this young guy was not a part of the bargain. Check out his hat and that beard. But the tail was the most telling to me.
And he has a brother. They may have to bid farewell to their sisterly counterparts soon.
At least before they learn how to do that crack-of-dawn crow.