It’s hard to know for certain where the chickens on the streets of Greenpoint come from, but most likely, they are coming from a chicken-related business in a building near the site of the burned Greenpoint Terminal Market. No matter. What can someone do when one of our feathered friends is being menaced by some neighborhood kids but call 311 and try to get the poor thing rescued. And, then, the cop that shows up turns out to be the one that hassled you for taking photos of Christmas decorations. Seriously.–New York Shitty