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Harlem Pigeon Torture Porn

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They do things a little differently up in the brownstones of Hamilton Heights. Like, when they see a hawk perched on a tree, devouring a pigeon, they don't say "Whoa!" or "Gross!" and then forget about it. No. They are inspired. They take pictures. They write overwrought blog posts for the New York Times casually tossing out terms like "pantaloons" and sentences such as, "As I watched, the hawk remained calm, alternately ripping, swallowing, then showing me its profile, fixing me with its sharp eye," and "I was flattered that the hawk liked our tree, awed by its savagery." Can't a hawk just effin' chow down on a sky rat without someone busting out the thesaurus? [City Room]