Oh yeah, I finished the week chasing half a dozen chickens (YES, chickens) around a lot in Red Hook, Brooklyn for a story on people who keep fowl as pets in NYC.
I'm a city guy, so I unknow about these little cluckers. What I learned:
-They do NOT come when called. In fact naming them is a waste of time, as they can not differentiate their name being called from the sound of someone yelling "Boil water, add salt, get some veggies and throw the bird in the pot, its time for SOUP!"
-The owner couldn't remember which was which and changed the names on the birds like three times.
-They crap all over the place.
-They are not friendly.
-Did I mention that they crap all over the place?
So after an hour of chasing the girls around a construction debris strewn lot, I managed to come up with a few pix.
Viva la Photojournalism!
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