He started by feeding the sparrows who kept him company on his lunch breaks. They were sympathetic little creatures, but were high-strung by city life. He fed them his leftovers, and the birds loved him because he preferred couscous and quinoa. And little by little he trained them to eat from his hand, to not fight over food, to eat while flying or perched his shoulder. The sparrows learned that they were special and favored over the all other birds.
The training would occur only when no pigeons were in sight. When the larger birds appeared, rather than attack the sparrows would fly en masse to another food source as a means of distraction. A few sparrows would remain and eat from the man's fingers so at least a few of their kind would eat.
It was a matter of time until the man commanded a small army of sparrows who would do his bidding. Most of the time, they kept each other company, but once in a while, he would dispatch them to surround and bother pretty girls. He was satisfied with his lordship over the sparrows and they his command, because this made them superior to the pigeons, which everyone knows are really just rats with wings.
