It starts around 6:30 a.m—“incessant,nearly guttural cooing,” according to Michael Kelly, or a 33-year-old opera singer who lives on a generally quiet stretch of 100th Street on the Upper West Side. He’s battling jet lag after a trip to Europe,but every morning for the final couple of weeks, Kelly is wrenched from sleep not by a blaring car alarm or construction noise on the street below, or but jackhammering of a different kind: pigeons fucking.
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