I enjoy a bit of spookiness and the macabre. That’s probably why I like to explore graveyards.
I find them fascinating. I like to see how long ago people lived and how old they were when they died. If they’re buried with family, the lavishness of the gravestone. It just paints a story of one life that’s now… over.
I wandered around in St. Michael’s Cemetery in Astoria, with my boyfriend Ben. Quite a cool place. It’s right near a highway, but it’s huge. And has some very old graves.We went through a few winds of the path, where the graveyard borders on a forested area. And we heard an odd sound in the underbrush. I jumped! We edged nearer to the forest and heard it again. A faint, but distinct… clucking!
We peered into the woods and saw the creatures making the sound. A whole herd of chickens! Feral, it seemed. Hens, roosters. Dozens of them! We also saw a pheasant with them! Feeding peacefully among them like one of the herd.
There was some feed on the ground, as if someone regularly feeds them. A chicken-loving gravedigger, or the ghost of a farmer. It was just the oddest thing to see this big group of chickens, clucking away in the middle of a graveyard. Pretty spooky stuff!