30 minutes in the a.m.

Sometimes I only have time to get from point A to point B. This was a fast run through 72nd to 81st on an early morning.

The black and white warbler.

To Mrs. Mallard I look like food waiting to appear.

The folliage has become so dense around the lake that often I can't see the black-crowned night heron. This was a lucky glimpse.

Next blog will be what I saw in the evening, 30 minutes in the p.m.

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