Once in the park it was clear that there was no terrorist in the west 69th street vicinity (hawk), because all the little birds and pigeons were busy looking for food out in the open. Had the hawk been around there would have been silence, nothing moving. I had peanuts in the shell and decided to try and attract blue jays. The whole gang showed up. I tossed down two nuts so that a couple of jays could get a nut each. I didn't figure on piggy blue jay grabbing both nuts.
You can only laugh while watching blue jays. Their technique is scream-grab-depart, all in one nano-second.
There was a downy woodpecker watching all the activity and finally a sweet, trusting chickadee joined the group. This was the most real winter activity I've seen in a while.