Yesterday in Tribeca, we saw a car with this graffiti on its back window: 927 Fifth Ave Sucks.
If you don't recognize the address, it's the ultra-luxury co-op that royally pissed off an entire city by evicting two red-tailed hawks from its eaves. I won't try to recreate the story here; goodness knows there are plenty of places to read about it. The hawks have their own website, there's been at least one book written about them, the story has garnered international attention, as well as the focus of gossip columnists who helped unmask the people behind the selfish decision.
Thanks to organized protest, general public outcry, and the intervention of both the Audubon Society and the NYC Parks Department, Pale Male and Lola can again roost in peace. And some of the wealthiest people in Manhattan won't live in dread of an errant twig falling on their heads.
As of today, the birds haven't come home, but they've been seen in Central Park, and everyone seems to be confident that they will.
This is one of my favorite City phenomena, the kind of story that makes me proud to be a New Yorker.