From the Metropolitan Diary in the New York Times:

Dear Diary:

Walking in Prospect
Park a few weeks ago, I come upon a snow-white chicken, pacing a
frantic furrow in the dirt a few feet from West Drive. I stare,
fascinated, as she grooms her feathered rump and yanks up weeds in her
beak.

“How did a chicken find its way to Prospect Park?” I ask a passing jogger.

He stops to watch. “You going to call it in, parks department, maybe?”

“No, I think I’ll just let it roam.”

“Know what they call that?” he says. “Free-range chicken!”

Jessica Max Stein