New York – Two Weeks of Dead Pigeons

As far as pigeons go, we’ve long been on the “fuck those filthy rat-birds and anyone who feeds them” side of the fence. You can imagine our excitement then to learn that our feelings were shared by none other than God himself, who last week began systematically knocking the vermin from the sky just outside our doorway. We aren’t going to pretend to know exactly what has been taking all these birds down (the heat? anti-graffiti cleanser?), but with all the scattered limbs and feathers our block is starting to look much more like the inlay for the Downward Spiral than usual. Our intern Jeff has been documenting the carnage on his way to and from work with his cell phone, here’s a glimpse of his masterwork in progress: Two Weeks’ Worth of Dead Pigeons and a rat to grow on.
(Please forward all “Avian Flu” jokes here.)