Photographs by Donegal Browne
Central Park was nearly at its winter picturesque best and the place was packed even with the heavy cloud cover and dim light.
When I got to the Hawk Bench, past the snow strollers, and kids zooming downhill at breakneck speed, there was Lola sitting on the Carlyle. Pale Male was on patrol giving us a glimpse here and there as he flew between buildings.
It was nippy on the ground but Lola looked like she was dealing with much more wind than we, the earthbound.
She looked at it and immediately set work.
Possibly eye contact with Pale Male.
Working a twig into the side of the bowl.
Tussling a twig.
She stares at the bowl.
Peers at us on the Bench.
Checks the perimeter?
Then stares alertly.
Back to the twigs that just aren't quite right.
She does something to the bowl for quite a few minutes.
Changes position slightly and does whatever it is some more.