As I'm walking back from Central Park on Fifth avenue, mixed in with a sea of shoppers with their Gucci, Chanel and Tiffany bags, I try not to stare. Any seasoned New Yorker knows to try to conceal the fact that we can't believe what we're seeing!
But up ahead of me, I notice this really colorful dude. OK, I've seen guys with stuffed parrots on their shoulders or hats, they're just wanna-be pirates, no big deal. As I get a little closer, all of a sudden the parrot starts talking to me.
So as I'm passing him, I just have to get a photograph. I managed to keep walking, and I don't even think he noticed me, so my cool, I'm-a-New-Yorker-cover, was never blown. The funniest thing that happened was when I started walking past his baby carriage and snuck a peek, there was no human baby in that carriage, but instead a miniature poodle dressed up like one. Dude! Check it out, kinda reminds me of Abby Road, except he's going the wrong way!
Today while in Central Park, I took what I believe to be a few interesting photos.
Ahhh, the New York City Pigeon. Sister to the reveled Dove, yet scorned as the flying rat. No respect!
A Beautiful Great Egret.
Gotta look this one up, white belly, dark wings.