There's a method to dining. Pick a spot, pluck feathers. Look all around to make sure there's no impending danger, nobody lurking, waiting to snatch lunch.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Right place, right time
Hawk swooped down behind Police Station at 86th street transverse. Reappeared and flew low heading south. I dared to run along the path, because I had an idea where hawk landed for lunch. What a great show for everyone who chose to watch. Feathers rained from above. Poor pigeon.