A murmuration of Starlings atop Judson Memorial Church cross:
They were quickly run off by Bobby:
He was so puffed out in relaxation, he looked like Violet:
He soared from the cross to a building top across the street, all the while facing Washington Square Park:
It wasn’t long before a kestrel swooped in to harass him:
Tired of the antagonizing, he took off…
… and settled into his bedtime roost:
