The Funky Chicken Who Wanders The Streets Of Brooklyn
Marc Gordon - January 2, 2019

Have You Earned Your Tomorrow

By Edgar Guest

Is anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today? This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through; Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?

Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along? Or a churlish sort of "Howdy" and then vanish in the throng? Were you selfish pure and simple as you rushed along the way, Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed you did today?

Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast, That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed? Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said; Does a man whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?

Did you waste the day, or lose it, was it well or sorely spent? Did you leave a trail of kindness or a scar of discontent? As you close your eyes in slumber do you think that God would say, You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?

Brooklyn is known generally to people living outside of New York to be the hipster child of Manhattan, and after reading about their very own chicken, it isn’t hard to argue the point. Just before Christmas, Molly Sandley, a political organizer, tweeted about the odd sight she saw wandering the street outside a restaurant in Park Slope.

“It was trying to roost on top of their inflatable Santa, which kept collapsing under its weight,” Sandley wrote in an email to HuffPost. Sandley also said that the chicken is in fact a rooster who she has now named Elizabeth Warr-hen. The rooster appeared to be “very cold and very hungry, but basically healthy.”

It isn’t very uncommon to see some pretty strange things roaming about Brooklyn, but the chicken looked like he needed some help.

“We were out doing laundry, so had a blanket with us; we wrapped the chicken in it, found a cardboard box, and carried it home,” said Sandley, who added that they put the rooster in a “bathroom with some food and water” and that “he’s still there now.”

Sandley tried to find out who the “very socialized and non-aggressive” chicken belongs to. She set up an email address ( and put up some signs.

“We got a few leads, including that someone had seen him trying to get into a firehouse on the block early yesterday morning,” she told HuffPost.

“Dozens of strangers have offered to help, to take him in,” said Sandley, but, unfortunately, New York City law indicates that while it’s legal to raise hens (female chickens), roosters (male chickens) are verboten. That is why Elizabeth Warr-hen is going to “go live with a friend in Vermont,” Sandley said.