Happily for me, I found Rosie on one of her favorite branches when I arrived at Washington Square Park today. She was sitting near the southern border of the park.
I was with her for twenty minutes before she flew to another perch:
A cheeky squirrel approached her and challenged her but she expanded her wings and ran a couple of steps toward it, chasing it away.
Post-chase:
The squirrel in the crotch of the tree:
After ten minutes she flew to a tree toward the center of the park:
I noticed Bobby in a tree nearby so went to see what he was up to:
Panting from the heat:
Stretch:
After an hour and ten minutes, he sought a new perch:
Rosie flew to a tree near him but I soon lost sight of her in the foliage.
The action picked up at this point. Bobby continued to fly from perch to perch:
He flew out of the park, perching on the smaller of the two Judson Memorial Church crosses:
He flew back into the park.
I spotted Rosie again when I reentered the grounds:
A kind lady who was watching me and another photographer friend following the Hawks pointed Rosie out to us. She was sitting on a building at the northwestern corner of the park:
From a cloudy backdrop to the blue sky. Nice!
Flying around One Fifth Avenue, the large apartment building north of the park:
Flying behind Two Fifth Avenue:
I lost track of both Bobby and Rosie. I searched the few blocks north of the park for any sign of them but never saw them again. I had been at the park for three hours already and was pretty worn out from the heat and humidity.
I did not see or hear the two fledglings so either they were tucked away on a building, at Union Square Park, or perhaps far, far away already.