Farewell Chickies

      As the sun goes down, the chickies say there last farewells.  Each going there own way to governors island they exchange their last goodbyes in little peeps and sighs.  Each was photo shot to preserve the memory that surely won't last.  This was the chickens farewell.
      The chickens will take a ferry, back to where they started.  Before they met us.  Before we met them.  Back to the origin, where they are unlikely to see us again, even at there dying day.  This was the chickens farewell.
      But all is not lost.  As you know these are not the smartest chicks.  In time they will forget us.  Forget we existed.  Soon enough we will be lost in the crowd of people that they see.  For us it will not be so easy to wipe our memories.  When we see a tall yellow hen, all we will see is Sunny.  A small black and white bird will only be Oreo





     This was the chickens farewell.