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A Rooster Crows in Brooklyn

Remember the plight of William Grimes' chicken back in the day? A similar narrative is playing out in Queens Brooklyn, this time via Toni Schlesinger's Shelter column in the Voice:

Q: Wait, I just heard a sound...
A: That's different, the people downstairs have a, I don't know what it is.

Q: It's whimpering.
A: Anyway, it was 4:30 in the morning. I can't even describe it, like a loud animal. Oh my god, what's that noise? Then it was like?OK, I have a rooster in the backyard. I didn't think anything of it. The next night and the next, it kept waking me. So then I tried to file a complaint with the city to get the rooster removed. It belongs to the man in the next building...

Q: Who's your landlord?
A: He's Polish. He lives in New Jersey.

Undoubtedly this makes sense, in a parallel universe far, far away.
· Cock of the Walk [Village Voice]