Just another day with the nuns and the chickens

For those that don't know, I live in probably the smallest room in the world. Ok that is most likely a lie, compared to those in NYC, but it is still relatively tiny. Don't get me wrong, I love it! It's pretty cute, I live in a good place, and I'm going to try to keep myself together organized in a way. Once I figure out how to organize myself! But I do get quite a view from my window in the morning: chickens and nuns.

Nun at her gardening

I'm not quite sure the religion, but I do see them wearing the proper head attire to be a Catholic nun. (Expect further investigation) They have some beautiful roses, a nice park with some paved paths, and most importantly: chickens.

Chicken, that we have named Chuck

These chicks are mostly brown, but there is one white and one black rooster. I'm sure that they lay their eggs somewhere where I can get them, I just have a thing about stealing from nuns... Every once in a while you do see someone else walking around in the park. They tend to be gardening when they are there. I want to find out more, but then I'd have to jump the wall... and I just have  thing with breaking into a park run by nuns.

It's the Catholic in me, as Julia (Gulia) Taylor says: "Caitlin, it's the Catholic in us, and we have to get rid of it. Or else we will feel guilty the rest of our lives..."