What's For Lunch?

A few weeks ago, a friend found this curious guy staring INTO his office window, smack dab in the heart of Trenton, New Jersey. I guess a steady diet of pigeons and rats would wear out its welcome after awhile, and that bagel thingy does look intriguing.

It reminded me of the time several years ago when, on a lunchtime walk along Central Park South, a sub-adult Red-tailed hawk, evidently one of Pale Male’s truant teens, came swooping across 59th Street to sink its talons into a pigeon that was sunning itself on a ledge about three feet over my head. It was just playing, apparently, since it took up a perch right next to the stunned and probably eviscerated pigeon and casually took in the sights.

The hawk then flew off north back into the park, the pigeon flew wobbly east towards one of those “You-won’t-believe-what-just-happened-to-me” conversations with his pals, and I tottered west back to the office to have a similar exchange with my co-workers.

These hardy opportunists are certainly making some urban inroads.