When I think of New York City, inevitably somewhere on the list of things that come to mind is your friendly neighborhood bird man. You know of Mike Tyson, you’ve seen the lady in Home Alone 2 – these people exist – and now, I have my very own. Some dreams do come true, after all. The balcony on my apartment faces the inside of the block and across the way lives the Bird Man. He usually either bare chested or wearing a three piece and always carrying a stick with a rag tied to it that he waves over his head to conduct the pigeon orchestra that is flying overhead in tight circles around the top of his building. I have no problem admitting that I thoroughly enjoy spacing out to watching these birds do their thing. Here are a couple of shots that I took one morning watching the birds get their exercise.