We began our venture into chicken keeping in 2012.

We didn’t take it lightly. The responsibility to provide daily care year-round is a serious matter. To gauge our level of commitment and the impact on the garden and neighborhood, we began by fostering a flock overwintering from the Earth Matters Compost Project on Governor’s Island. Turns out, we loved it! And neither snow, nor rain, nor heat nor darkness kept us from the twice-daily visits and weekly coop scrub-downs.

Despite some early resistance from irate/concerned neighbors (we made the NYT! https://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/22/nyregion/chickens-threaten-to-divide-park-slope-community.html), we committed to winning the hearts and minds of naysayers. In May of 2014 we started our own flock with day-old chicks, delivered by mail. Two of those original cast members–Dolly and Bandit–are still among us. When people ask us “how long do chickens ask,” we look at Dolly and Bandit and say “We’re about to find out!” In May 2017, we received three more day-old chicks to bolster the flock.

After learning about the inherent cruelty of hatcheries, we committed ourselves to chicken rescue and adoption entirely. We started partnering with New Hope–an arm of Animal Care Centers (ACC)–to take in abandoned, abused and neglected chickens in an effort to give them a happy existence free from hardship for the rest of their lives. Our network grew, and to date we have adopted not only from ACC, but Gowanus Island as well as neighbors as distant as Long Island and as close as Queens and Park Slope. We now have quiet an eclectic, diverse, and hilarious flock that seem to have settled into one another. Our break-out room, “the cooplette,” was built in 2019 and serves as a safe space where newly-adopted hens can observe their new flock, living side-by-side (by separated), until they are ready to merge! We also refer to the cooplette as the “convalescence ward,” as it is where chickens can be temporarily placed when they receive medical care.

Our chickens are fantastic ambassadors of the garden, and hilarious to watch and interact with. Come on by to say hello and get your feet pecked/pizza stolen!

The Elders

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Bandit
A Golden Laced Wyandotte, strikingly handsome, and a greedy glutton. Bandit is one of our ``OG's`` (Original Gals), having lived in the garden since 2013. Most distinctive feature: her barbed dinosaur feet. Weirdest thing she has been doing lately: ``mothering`` the Goths (see below), as though they are her own chicks.
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Lorpa
A black Australorp, arrogant and bossy. Was Dominique's Lieutenant. Favorite food: hamburger buns. Leaps into the air for: pizza and figs. Pet peeve: being mistaken for Frittata, who (obviously) has smaller feet.
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Dolly
A White Plymouth Rock, the lowest on the pecking order and the sweetest of them all. Dolly often needs a little extra TLC. Best known for: being Andrea's roommate in January, 2021. ``Made the Times`` in: 2012, when her photo was included as part of the story about our garden's efforts to incorporate a flock.
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Joan Jett
A Cream Legbar--a rare breed--Joan Jett has a punk rock poof, and attitude to match. Worst quality: being Dolly's constant tormentresse. If she were a human: would smoke cigarettes in the Middle School bathroom and steal kids' lunch money. Most embarrassing moment: every time she molts.

The New and New(ish) Gals

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Harriet
Harriet came to us from a backyard coop in Queens after the home burned in a fire. Harriet was rescued by a kind neighbor (who also happens to be a garden member's aunt) who cared for until she came to live with us. Most impressive attribute: her fire-kissed mullet, flecked with flashes of amber and harvest gold. Best friend: Maude, because Maude gives zero effs.
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Maude
Maude was living in an elderly woman's home in Queens as a pet, eating from the dinner table and resting on pillows, until the woman became too infirmed to care for her. Maude is by FAR our heaviest gal (did we mention the dinner table?) but uses her weight for good, breaking up squabbles and keeping everyone in line. And while you might think it's tough being a huge, round, orange chicken during the Halloween season, Maude couldn't be happier in the garden. Most magical quality: her ``mood waddle,`` that changes color with her feelings. Biggest vulnerability: that she has no fear of humans, ever.
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Frittata
This Black Australorpe had been the head hen of her small flock of “Swedes” in Cobble Hill. She’s got grit and bravado, and seems keen on being Top Hen. Pet peeve: being picked up. Other pet peeve: being mistaken for Lorpa.
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Eleanor Roosevelt, aka Malice
A Swedish Flower Hen and a bit of a hooligan. She’s quick and cocky, but kind to Dolly. Most famous trick: flying the entire length of the garden horizontally, like an actual bird. Most vocal when: another hen is sitting in the small nesting box, causing her to scream her head off.

The Polish Buffs (a.k.a., “The Muppets”)

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Munch
We adopted Munch, a Buff Polish, in May of 2021. She is extremely loveable and loving, following closely at everyone's feet. She's also cute as all heck. Munch and the other buffs need to have their ``bang feathers`` trimmed regularly in order to be able to see. Favorite food: cherry tomatoes. Time she gave us all a heart attack: when she followed someone out of the garden all the way to 5th Avenue, and stopped traffic. Sternest punishment: the Bell Collar....
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``The Goths``
The Goths (Bubble & Squeak) are White Crested Black Polish Hens. They came into our lives in September, 2021 from Governor's Island where they were being bullied by the other hens. We put them together with Munch--who was all alone and depressed after her bonded partner, Marva, had to be re-homed following an unexpected gender reveal (rooster). Coincidentally all three were ``Polish Buffs.`` They hit it off famously, bonded into a wee flocklette, and are now living harmoniously with the rest of the girls in the big coop. Munch in particular really benefited from the introduction of The Goths and has had her confidence boosted enormously. The Goths took to Munch, and follow her around everywhere she goes, learning the ropes.
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Squeak
Squeak is a brave, sweet gal who doesn't let her crooked toe get her down. She is the social half of ``The Goths.`` Most obsessed with: pecking Gina's fingers. Naughtiest moment: pulling up all of Kit's radishes.
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Bubble
Second half of ``The Goths,`` Bubble was adopted with Squeak from Governor's Island in September, 2021. She is shy and startles easily, preferring to stick close to Munch and Squeak. Hobbies: pecking laptop keyboards; writing law review articles. Favorite Tender: Stephanie.

The flock is cared for by a team of 20+ “Chicken Tenders.” There is a shift every morning and every evening in which the hens are let out to forage and given fresh food and water. We routinely tidy up after them, and each weekend, the Tenders rotate in to clean and disinfect the coop, the waterer, and the feeder.

The chicken project has been a huge success. The hens have attracted many visitors, especially children, boosted membership, and inspired new enthusiasm for nurturing and sharing our green space.

The Tenders are a fun, creative and often silly bunch who adore the girls. The Tenders paint them, make special meals for them, and even invent fake bands inspired by them. So, come check out our inspirational, feathered muses–and consider joining the team!

 

(Photos (left): water color of Munch by Tender and artist Stephanie Stamm; “album drop” by fictional band The Broodies (including such hits as “Hen Pecked,” “Chocka-Chocka,” and “God Save the Grubs”); Halloween-themed photography session with Lisa and Luca); reading abolitionist legal theory with a very fierce and fabulous Eleanor; Dolly in a tiny hat knitted by a Chicken Tender’s niece; Dominique in a tiny hat, also knitted by a Chicken Tender’s niece.)

 

(Photos (right): water color of Munch by Stephanie Stamm; water color of Dolly by Tender and artist Robert Weiss (on Instagram @rweissart))

In Memoriam

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

The earth, and every common sight,

To me did seem

Appareled in celestial light,

The glory and the freshness of a dream.

– William Wordsworth, Ode on Imitations of Immortality

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Dominique (2014-2022)
``The way to the flock's heart runs through Dominque.`` Dominique was head of our flock for eight strong years. One of the ``OC``s (Original Chickens) alongside Dolly and Bandit, Dominique was beautiful, confident, and top of the pecking order--but rarely needed to ``peck`` the girls to remind them who was Mother Hen. Dominique was kind to all the girls and protected new arrivals from her ``lieutenants`` of a more boorish nature. Dominique is buried beneath her favorite boulder under the pine tree. When looking at the boulder, you can almost hear her famous staccato call for when it was time for the girls to come back to the coop. RIP.
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Reba (2014 - 2020)
``I used to think chickens were stupid. Then I met Reba.`` Reba was a Rhode Island Red, a breed known for hardiness but not much else. But beneath her ``ordinariness`` was something else: acute intelligent. With every new waterer, feeder, run, toy, or obstacle, it was always Reba who cracked the code first. She escaped the garden, played the piano, mimicked songbirds, danced for treats, and played dead when the cat slinked past. She was everyone's favorite. RIP.
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Sweet Pea (Spring 2020 - Summer 2021)
``Sweet Pea never cost a dime, but gave us a king's ransom of joy.`` Sweet Pea was a gentle, hilarious, full-throttled broiler hen who escaped the slaughter house and ended up at the animal shelter in Harlem. We don't know much about Sweet Pea's past, but her life at the WSM Community Garden was exuberant. She chased sparrows, rolled in the peonies, and bonded with the other rescues and misfits. Sweet Pea was bred to fail, however, and passed when her body got too large for her heart. That said, her heart was never too small to hold all of us. RIP. ``Oh Sweet Pea won't you be my girl Won't you, won't you, won't you be my girl``