Surprise of surprises, 69th street nest empty. Everyone has "flown the coop". Where, oh where are the babies. There's only one way to find out, stand and listen. The babies will be calling for food. From behind my back there's a "peep peep!" On the fenced patch is Peeper. No other babies calling. No sight yet of parent. Obviously this adorable baby can fly. He/she got out of the nest and up onto fence, but this is obviously its comfort zone. "Peep Peep", non-stop. I stood and waited dripping sweat for an hour.
Finally Papa showed up with food, enough food for two "dabs".
To be continued.