Wind beneath my broken wing

Speaking of wind. I’d like to introduce you to Cuddles the Pigeon. He wears t-shirts and hangs out on Washington Avenue and 7th Street. He’s your typical Miami Beach pigeon: looking for love, sex and to leave his mark on a freshly waxed Maserati. He also avoids getting speared by the pointy pigeonĀ repellentsĀ on the storefrontsContinue reading “Wind beneath my broken wing”