A friend and i were just walking home from lunch when we noticed a gust of feathers in the air, and a small crowd of people staring at the street. We followed their eyes to a hawk halfway through her pigeon lunch. She seemed completely unfazed by people walking by and cars passing. What a strange day; we wake up to 60 degrees, then this crahzazy wind blowing, and now a hawk lives in greenpoint. 
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