Pale Male and Octavia's eyass toddles south.
It's Octavia doing a fly by.
And she has a rodent for lunch.
Coming in for a landing.
Octavia checks on everyone.
Then it is lunch for all.
Dad does a fly by.
Then back to business.
Littlest gets his.
Pale Male does a fly-over of the Bench.
Octavia watches the sky as eyass toddles south.
All the eyasses have settled down.
I head for the other side of the Model Boat Pond, cross under the trees near the East wall of Central Park, and find a hole in the foliage. And there she is, Octavia the ever vigilant, still scanning Central Park.
Happy Hawking!
Donegal Browne
