IM Blog Archive
By Leslie Linsley
(March 29, 2015)
If you’ve ever
read anything about Key West you know about the chickens! Yes they
have the run of the place. One gets used to them crossing the road.
They run around Blue Heaven, a touristy restaurant that thinks this
is a cute public-relations idea. It is not. But I like the
chickens. Just not running under my feet, pecking away at crumbs
dropped under the table on the restaurant patio. I do not go there.
Once was enough. But chickens are part of the scenery here and their
image is on everything. There are paintings in galleries, statues of
chickens for the garden, chickens on T-shirts and even chickens on a
sponge. There was a chicken store with real chickens roaming about.
They sold all kinds of tourist stuff with chicken images. It’s kind
of like “when in Nantucket you buy Nantucket Reds” even if you
never, ever wear them once you are back in Omaha. I actually bought a
cap one year with an embroidered “chicken girl” on the front.
One year the town
hired a “chicken catcher” and paid $50 per chicken to take them
to a “chicken farm.” That did not last long. The chickens
multiply faster than the chicken-catcher can catch them.
After one is in Key
West for a fair amount of time it’s easy to embrace the image. I
find myself attracted to dishtowels with chickens on the front. I
bought a bunch of dishrag/sponges, the kind that are flat and feel
like cardboard until you soak them and they expand. They have a
stylized chicken drawing on the front. I give them to friends when I
go to dinner.
I have a favorite
store here called Cottage Garden. It is filled with great “gotta
have, do not need” items. They have a metal sculpture of a chicken.
It is yellow and aged, even though it isn’t old. It is rusted as if
it had aged naturally. It’s on a stand. I see it in my Nantucket
garden. It has been in the store all winter. They must have lots of
them. I have resisted buying it because I am almost sure that when I
get it home it will look ridiculous in my Nantucket garden.
None-the-less, I have to have it.
The other day I was
walking down my street into town. There nestled in the brown fallen
leaves at the base of a gnarled tree was a chicken surrounded by a
dozen baby chicks. You could barely see them as they blended in with
the ground cover right at the edge of the sidewalk. There you go.
Twelve new chickens for one measly chicken-catcher. How could he
possibly keep up?
freely down the middle of the road right along with the chickens.
Iguanas slither along. All the wildlife seems to coexist with the
humans putting a bit of a humorous spin on life. Can you imagine dozens of chickens, egrets, herons and slithering
green things that look positively prehistoric making their way down
our cobblestoned Main Street?
Best of all, people here, both
islanders and visitors, seem to take it all in stride. Tiny lizards
skitter over the tiles on my living-room floor. If this were
Nantucket I’d be freaking out. If I tripped over a family of
chickens on my front path in Nantucket I’d be slightly unhinged.
But then, because they outnumber the people, in some strange way, the
chickens and other wildlife make life less serious. It’s hard to
get worked up about little bothersome things when the background
“music” is constant cackling and crowing. After all, they’re
probably only complaining about us mucking up their space.
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