My aunt who is now in her late 70's still goes "junkin" as does some of the younger generations. One of those great family "junkers" is my cousin, Gale. For Christmas one year, she gave me a gift she found junkin and if my memory is correct, I believe she found it practically on the side of the road. I love it. It's been moved around to various places in and around the house. For years, I had it hanging on my front porch but recently moved it indoors to my entry hall. It's pretty big, about 20+ inches in diameter and it's metal, chipped and rusted, bent and dented and faded. Perfect!
Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to my house!