Coming Home To Roost
And bringing a whole new meaning and visceral understanding of the old axiom, “Chickens come home to roost,” I present you all with the picture below which I took back in September:
Chickens Came Home To Roost In The Hood
These chickens were stacked up, along with many dozens of other crates of them, right near where Bedford-Stuyveasant, Clinton Hill, and Williamsburg meet, i.e., all along the intersection of Myrtle Ave. and Bedford Ave..
It was a bit of an odd site. In most places the realities of where our food comes from is carefully and thoroughly hidden from view. Not so, apparently, in this area of Brooklyn and I, for one, am happy about this.
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November 12th, 2013 at 1:16 pm
I love this too . . . one of the few upsides of the population losses in other cities is that as vacant buildings are demolished, community gardens are springing up – right in the city. Good for people and all living things.
November 12th, 2013 at 1:53 pm
We’ve got that all over Brooklyn. Indeed, there’s 3 public gardens within a 5 minute walk from my brownstone. If I hadn’t setup my place to garden in the front, back, and roof I’d use them more than I do.
Why I loved the chickens though is that I don’t think it’s good for people to become too divorced from where their food comes from, especially animal products.
November 12th, 2013 at 2:20 pm
I know a kid, 8 years old, whose class did a garden project recently – afterward he said to me “I didnt’ know that dirt smelled so good!”. Wow.
November 12th, 2013 at 2:39 pm
Yep. It’s easy to get them back to the land if you start them young. It’s a good thing too – for too many reasons to easily state.
November 20th, 2013 at 9:16 am
You should check out a book called “The omnivores dilemma”. It sure was an eye opener in regards to our food chain.