Photo courtesy of palemale.com
927 Fifth Avenue, the nest of Pale Male and Zena, is quite possibly the best nest site in Manhattan for the hawks and for viewers as well but no nest site is perfect.
A foible of the 927 nest is that in the afternoon the sun beats down on it and the inhabitants. They have to pant the heat off.
Zena attempts to shade the eyasses with her body or by mantling them with her wings. It's still a scorcher up there on hot sunny days.
Though the sun is no doubt pleasant for the formel in Spring when things can get downright chilly up there.
Speaking of young birds, yet another clutch of Robins has appeared.
And another litter of mini-cottontails is hip-hopping around the yard. These are from the doe who lives under the hedge.
Though parent Grackles appear sleek and shiny if somewhat arrogant, young Grackles give a rather dull rumpled effect. Somehow they all have a disreputable look reminiscent of bag ladies.
And up in the Maple, here are nest mates, a young Starling and young Cowbird taking each other on while Dad Starling scans the ground for foodstuffs with a complete lack of concern.
Timeout--It is the moment for today's question with the photo answer.
Here's the question.
What happens when you disturb yearling sheep who've gone into the woodshed for an afternoon respite from the sun.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!
And what happens when you disturb Rocky the Goat during siesta time?
Rocky's head pops up and he holds to have his portrait taken. Or perhaps he just wants to know how the camera tastes.
And now back to our regularly scheduled birds. And this one's a treat.
When I threw out the seed remains from Silver the African Grey Parrot's bowl for the wild birds, I'd forgotten Silver had also been eating some fried chicken.
The next time I looked out there was Bohemian Robin. (That's his new name as he eats corn, bread, mango and who knows what else.)
And one of the what elses appeared to be fried chicken. Adaptable Bohemian Robin Dad had just stuck a very large chunk of hard crisp chicken skin into his offspring's beak.
Unable to deal with it, young Robin had just dropped it from his beak and gone back to expectedly staring at dad. Check out the expressions on both their faces. I've seen these looks between parent and offspring in any number of species.
And now to more Raptor News!
After the death of Franklin Dad, the Institute nest was in real doubt. Now things are going beautifully at the Franklin Institute Nest thanks to Franklin Mom and T2 the wonder step-dad-
In from Robin of Illinois, some good news from Facebook-- Eagle freed from tree entangled in kite string.
And Washington Square Park's newest fledglings, Boo and Scout--
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