I do a chiropractic trade every other week with my friend Michael. His office is close to Union Square. It's pretty much a given that there will be something to take note of. This week I unfortunately missed getting a shot of the tall skinny guy with the Jesus hair and beard, dancing to New Age music, clad only in a green sequined Speedo (reminded me of old Telegraph Ave. days in Berkeley). But I did get a shot of these pigeons made of felt and their intriguing patron.