Feathers Gone Wild
Peck Peck Peck.
Peck peck peck peck peck peck peck.
Fluttering sounds, chirping sparrows, pigeons, something that sounded like an owl?
More pecking. More fluttering, a couple of more indiscernible hoots, not even 6:30 am. 68 degrees in the city today. Not wearing a jacket to work. Being surrounded by happy people; I effing love birds (and spring time in nyc).


