Saturday, April 9, 2011


Not all photo ops start out as photo-ideal. This started as a swirl of activity, ground-branches-twigs. Pale Male and lunch. Pigeon-on-the-branch.
Off to another tree.

It was at this point that the blue jays started bombarding. They just can't stand anything in their turf. It's time to consider moving again.

Up, up and away, nothing left but the feathers.

Pale Male circled for a while, got beat up by the crows who arrived on scene, sped to 5th Avenue with lunch.


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