Geese, geese and more geese. Oh, and few of their little duck companions. I like birds, I have a parrot named Pacino. But I've digressed, there's a nasty controversy brewing here about the geese getting caught up in the engines of airplanes, the solution seems to be to poison a few thousand of them. It makes more sense to me to catch them for soup kitchens. Lots of hungry people live in Manhattan.