Saturday, May 23, 2015

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