Yes! Thank you! First time I went there I felt like something out of the bag from Fantastic Beasts. I rescued two pet pigeons, took them in a cab from Brooklyn (pretending my cardboard box next to me was definitely not cooing to a highly suspicious driver). The storefront looked more like a bodega than anything, I was greeted by a seagull by the door, was nearly run over by a small army of equal part chickens and ducks, while a giant almost-featherless parrot turned its head sideways in a quite judgy way. A symphony of different bird sounds and smells filled the air. I tiny lady, almost bird-like herself, appeared, wearing an apron with a chick poking out of each front pocket and a crow on her shoulder. “Ah, you’re the one that called about the pigeons? Just put them on the counter, we’ll take care of them”. I dropped the cargo so I could head to my shift I was already late for. As I left, a goose hönked. I will never forget that place