My wife took that top shot with her blackberry during her morning rounds. Neat, right?
When I went to go see for myself, I took the second photo.
The world is up two baby birds. Somewhere under that mass of paternal feathers are two tiny birds with nothing but potential. My inner sentimental sap (the part of me that openly weeps during The Biggest Loser) is already considering the day when they take their once scrawny but now strong wings out for a spin, leaving the nest, literally soaring away to make their own life in this pigeon haven of a city.
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