Anthrow Circus

Rosemary

FICTION BY KAITLYN MCCRACKEN

Looking at the wren hopping surprisingly close to her shoe, the girl had the same thought she often had when thinking about birds:

My goal in life is to have the confidence of a Manhattan pigeon.

Except that this was not Manhattan, and this was not a pigeon. Alex (that was the girl’s name) remembered reading London travel articles the week before and finding an article about above-ground train stations using trained hawks to ward off pigeons.