I spotted this bag full of a dead chicken, a pigeon, and possibly another bird, at the corner of Northern Boulevard and 45th Street in Long Island City, Queens. It was strange enough that I not only called 311 to report it but I added that I had seen a lot of dead pigeons and squirrels but that there was something really weird about this. To 311's credit the bag of dead birds was gone within 24 hours, though it is possible that someone besides 311 picked up this unusual bag. At first I thought this was a leftover from some kind of cult activity or that the purveyors of underground cockfighting got lazy and threw their concubine roadside. Then I remembered that there are numerous outlets in Astoria/Long Island City where one could buy freshly killed poultry. I have never entered a Pollo Vivo establishment but I imagine that these fine specimens were either on their way to or on their way from such a place when they fell off someone's bike or truck. UPDATE, May 25, 2009: The New York Times has an interesting story on these Pollo Vivo places: Slaughterhouses in the City.