One of the highlights of Brooklyn is the diversity. From the newspaper lady, Fatima (I miss you...come back) to the stoop action in the summer.
BBQ's, loud music, and life happening all around you. Every once in a while, you forget to
unfocus your eyes and look around. When you do, you notice a lot. My friend, who has been staying with me for a bit (which is a whole other blog issue dedicated to the scariest thing imaginable in New York....BED BUGS!!) were talking about what we see on the way to work and we both agreed on one thing. We loved the guitar dudes jamming blues by the subway, the African ladies hair salon, but hands down, the most unique and cool addition to the neighborhood were two ladies, that we lovingly call "Ethel and Lucy".
These two lovely ladies (and I think you can figure out which one is which) are out in full view but it is amazing how many people don't even notice that there are chickens in Bed-Sty. Well, I got a call one night from my friend telling me that craziness ensued in Brooklyn..... Ethel had gone 'free range' and escaped the coup. The best was the comment from one of the neighbors upon seeing Ethel spread her wings and go for a stroll, was, and I quote, "
uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh Chickens." Well a tree might grow in Brooklyn, but so do chickens.
This I would love to see. And the names Lucy & Ethel are too perfect. We've got chickens in the backyard, they started as baby chicks in the spring and by August were laying. I've never owned or lived near chickens before. Had no idea they made such a racket while laying eggs. I happened to read a novel the other day that told me what that is called, "announcing their eggs." Announcing. I like that. Very dignified considering the actual experience.
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