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| The stroll started out so simply, baseball time, a three year old slugger really belting out home runs. Then movement in the leaves caught my attention, Central Park South, ritzy real estate territory. What's going on down there? Oh, rat! What's for lunch? Jeez... pigeon. Never saw this before, probably a hawk drop now being demolished by rat. Big pigeon. Just as big rat. No blood, so this bird had to have been there a while. Now I know rats like poultry. |
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