So Dad is visiting this weekend, taking an early morning stroll (really an excuse to have a cigarette) through my very boring UES nabe. A pickup truck pulls over to an empty parking space in front of a hydrant on First Ave, and the driver reaches in the back of the truck and pulls out a hand-held fishing net and scurries down a side street. My Dad, ever the fisherman, figures there's some hidden stream that he doesn't know about and scurries after him. The guy walks up to a bunch of pigeons and the pigeons, being notoriously stupid, just stand there. Swoop, swoop, swoop, he *nets them*, and after he has 4 or 5, gets back in his truck and drives off!
Pigeon pie for brekkie, anyone?