On Interstate 95 in Providence, R.I., there’s a big blue bug on the side of the highway.
It sits on top of a building. Its name, which I found out only a single minute ago when I Googled this bug (to make sure my childhood memory hadn’t been amplified by time), is Nibbles Woodaway.
To this day, I still get a frisson of excitement when I drive by Mr. Woodaway.
I have no idea why. There’s nothing deep here. It’s just a bug that’s always been there and that I’ve always looked forward to seeing from the car.
I was reminded of this bug recently when I heard about a giant statue of a rooster that moves around the yard of lifelong Bluffton residents Jerry and Janet Kerby’s home on Old Miller Road.
To be clear, the rooster doesn’t move on its own.
Since buying the rooster at an auction a month ago, Jerry Kerby has gone out most evenings to put the rooster in a new spot around his home.
The rooster has been in the front the yard, closer to the house, on the porch, to the left, to the right, on top of the roof and, on Thursday, he was even wearing a jaunty hat.
Why does Jerry Kerby do this?
“He enjoys it,” his wife said. “It’s sort of like the elf at Christmastime.”
While he’s been having a good time moving the bird around, Jerry Kerby wasn’t exactly expecting that anyone outside the family would notice.
So when the Kerbys started hearing that people — namely those with kids — have been purposely driving by their house to see where the peripatetic bird is today, they were pleasantly surprised.
Recently, I was asked by one of those bird statue watchers if I knew what was up with the Old Miller Road rooster and, more importantly, do I know if the rooster has a name.
I do now.
And it’s not Cocky — this isn’t a University of South Carolina rooster.
It’s also not “Fricken Chicken,” which is good because we know what would happen if it were.
The Rooster of Old Miller Road’s name is ...
Nugget, One of Five.