Sunday in Washington Square Park with Bobby the great:
Same photo as above but enhancing the clouds rather than Bobby’s church tower:
Bobby tucked in his wings while maneuvering through the thicket of trees:
He appeared to be an inverted reflection of the winged lamp post topper:
A successful catch at last in low brush:
After his meal he went to a night roost from several nights earlier:
The tree was noticeably more bare from its fallen leaves since the last time he slept there. Seeking more cover, he chose a more secluded roost:
A bit more shrouded, he tucked in for the night.
