Lunch at the Pale Male's

Pale Male and Octavia's eyass toddles south.

She suddenly looks up.

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