In 1994 I moved to NYC to recover from a nervous breakdown.
While walking down 42nd St. early one morning, during rush hour, I was nearly smacked on the beezer by a very large woodpecker that fell from the sky.
Red, white and black. It crash-landed on the sidewalk, right at my feet, twitching as if it'd had a seizure mid-flight. The feathers on one wing-tip were spread wrong, like a cramped hand.
A woman screamed.
A Dominican man said, "Now you're blessed".
I went to work.

- Wayne Marcus Lovan