The Birdman of Noe Valley

Scarlet Tanager.

I was walking to 24th Street to catch the J-Church to downtown San Francisco when I saw a man on his knees in front of a two-story home. He was crying. He wore a silk shirt with khakis, polished black shoes and he had several rings on his fingers. He didn’t look homeless.

As I neared the man he turned towards me and thrust his hands forward. He was holding a dead sparrow.