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| Into the park thinking I'll see some variety. There in my face- robin family. |
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| Papa flew off and left baby alone. There was no way I was going to leave that baby unattended in hawk-lunch territory. |
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| Baby exploration. Salad on the menu? |
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| Oh my God, it actually found some protein. |
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| Finally, Papa returned, gave baby fruit and they flew off together. |
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| Heading home later, on a 69th street stoop. |
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| Got caught up in the garden robins and forgot to post these, nest collections at Tanners. There had been rain and the puddle became a proper pond, lots of mud and easy worm pickin's. |
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| An ad for Gitzo, handy tripod. |
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| Someone has been digging in the dirt. |
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| Papa with food. Kid not interested. |
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| No, no, no... don't eat a leaf! |
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| The Papas are taking their kids to were the food is. Big kids, persistent kids, funny kids. They'll learn to come to this corner to hunt for worms. |
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| A lesson: food-on-the-fence. |
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| Ah, the relief of a rain puddle. |
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| A third family, the Squeakers who live mostly under the bushes now under the bench for lunch. |
