The robin images are from Sunday. The soil was soft, time to be hunting for worms, but this one robin has learned to wait for peanuts, unusual robin behavior but less effort than worm hunting.
Over near Strawberry Field the robins were worming. They get the meal in a nanosecond. Blink and you miss the gulp.
I won't go back into the park until the snow has melted off the tree branches. It's very dangerous. A gentleman was killed today, hit on the head by a falling branch. Fifth Avenue is closed along the park due to falling trees. This is a trecherous storm.
Sunday was a day of a bit of this and a bit of that. Snow melting. Lots of mud. Softer soil. I know starlings are brat birds, but they're pretty.
While downloading images I got a message from Google that I had reached the limit on blogspace. That was a huge surprise. They explained their space rates, so I bought more capacity. Blogging is too much fun not to continue. Inexpensive pleasure.
We have it so easy. Hungry? Get something at the supermarket. For the immature red-tails it's much harder. They have to hone their hunting skills. There were two youngsters on the prowl near the Oven. I didn't see any catch, but there was a lot of effort being expended. Total concentration.
While these juveniles were on the prowl everything else in the area went into hiding.
I saw Mama Hawk. She took off and flew towards me. I called, "Hi, beautiful", and she gave a call back before floating over the highway and south. I couldn't find her again, but our short communication made my day. No work was being done on the nest.
There wasn't much to see, very cold and windy by the river, a downy, the sparrows, little else.
Olympics inspired??? Kids will do anything in the snow. It's a good thing they're elastic.