There is a falcon nest in the city where I work, I routinely see dismembered pigeon part on the sidewalks downtown. It's like the falcon says "I don't like the heads or the wings, here ya go gravity!"
I even have a video of one screaming at my window on the eighth floor. "Hey, I'd like to be as much of a nuisance as possible today."
I recall working at an ad Agency near Penn Station, where big flocks of pigeons would fly by the windows. One day in my peripheral vision I saw a flock going by and paid it no mind until there was a flash of darkness and an explosion of feather s where there used to be pigeon, bc a hawk had swooped in and nabbed it.
Something about the wind current on that side street in Manhattan had those feathers swirling in the air the entire workday.
"Is this guy for real? Am I about to get jumped or something? No, no he's just an idiot. Sigh Alright, sorry buddy but you really did this to yourself."
Plot twist: Pigeon comes back home to find a hitman waiting for it in the kitchen.
Number Nine shoulda been Number One to me.
If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police.
If ni**as think you snitchin', they ain't tryna listen.
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
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u/Gummyrabbit Jul 14 '26
The pigeon was like “Don’t mind me. Just looking at your place. Oooh…I like this cozy little corner in the back. Let me try it ou..”