More Bird and People Stories

Here are a few pictures from a recent trip to the Boston Chinatown area. The entrance to the bustling streets is guarded by large lions, and to the left of the arch is a small park. Every time I've been there, whether it is windy, or freezing cold, or mid-morning on a weekday, the park is always crowded with elderly and middle-aged Chinese checker playing men. It's wonderful. Here's the city, honking and fuming and roaring all around them, and they sit quietly, so entirely wrapped up in the game. The park smells like cigar smoke, and pastries from the little shop on the corner.

In the same park area is a little staggered row of what look like cut-out mountains, and each one has a picture of chickens on it. They tell a story.

First, there is a lone rooster crowing and strutting. Then a hen comes along, and they walk around together. Then there is another panel where they have a little chick, and then a few more. It's really very nice.