Photo by myself, somewhere in the East Village.
Here's a palate cleanser, a little nature in the city.
Our dog Rupert encountered a little stylish dog in the East Village a while ago.
You know the type - a chip on the shoulder, a certain bounce in his walk. He probably knows everything about celebrity gossip and has several tattoos. ;-)
The East Village is still a little rough around the edges. Their fashion sense follows suit.
Meanwhile, Saturday morning, we were in Prospect Park. Dogs are allowed to run around off leash before 9 am.
Out of nowhere, a little bird flew up to another dog owner and perched on his shoulder. The little bird started hopping around on the man's arms. It was bizarre, and several people noticed.
The man took out a dog biscuit and started feeding the bird. I talked to him briefly and he was just as astounded but remained calm, so not to startle the bird.
I saw something about birds on tv a while ago, where a similar thing happened with a goose. Out of nowhere, the goose decided to attach himself to a man, and a relationship ensued.
Birds tend to make long attachments, so I have to wonder whether the little bird and man are still together?
Related posts: The Bird Man of Washington Square Park, On Swinging Jazz and Sniffing Dogs and Odd and Colorful Birds, in Bryant Park.