Of course they don’t. They wait for something to die. Props to Miss Heather, with whom we were doing some Greenpoint fieldwork on Sunday, for spotting this one. She posted a photo of it yesterday and–because we find it so compelling–we’re posting it today. This jewel comes from Newell Street. A detail of the house where the buzzards don’t work is below.
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1 Brooklyn Salt // Jan 22, 2008 at 8:26 am
Hilarious!