|Junior's Nest Building - June 3, 05||Pale Male Jr & Mate - June 4, 2005||Jr's nest June 4, 05||Pale Male Jr mantling two chicks June 4, 05||Junior's Trump Parc Nest - June 4, 05|
|Equipment looking at Junior's nest - June 5, 05|
Photo by RP
|Junior Mom - June 5, 05||Jr's nest - June 7, 05||JUnior Mom - June 8, 05|
Two chicks still.
(above) Junior Mom coming in after a short break. For the first time in the city we're getting to see the chicks grow up from so early in their sweet little lives
|Junior Mon & two chicks - June 10, 05|
Junior Mom with her two Chicks.
The younger chick spent a great deal of time this evening very close to the edge (picture right). It was very nerve wrecking watching him venture back and forth without ever making it back to the middle of the nest before I left. Mom continues to sit on the last egg.
|Baby on The Edge - June 10, 05|
The chick on the right appeared to be stuck on the right edge for several hours. The next day it made it back to the middle of the nest.
|Junior & Baby - June 11, 05||Junior Mom - June 11, 05||Junior Mom - June 11, 05|
She is taking the garbage out.
|Pale Male Jr & Trump Parc Watertower - June 11, 05|
|Junior Mom & chicks - June 12, 05|
Junior Mom with Chicks
A white pigeon to the front of chicks...Mom will later take the rest of this food for herself to consume somewhere around Columbus Circle. Notice the unhatched egg between Mom & chicks. To give an indication of their growth thus far...a little over a week ago those chicks fitted inside that size egg.
Sunday June 12, 2005
|Father & Son (left) - June 18, 05||Mom & Baby - June 18, 05||Pale Male & Lola on Baresford - June 20, 05||Pale Male on The Baresford - June 20, 05|
|Pale Male Jr is off - June 21, 05||Junior Mom feeding babies - June 21, 05||Junior Mom coming in - June 21, 05||Jr Mom with baby starling - June 21, 05||Starling protesting - June 21, 05|
A starling's voice lost to the wind
Dedicated to this lone starling.
I couldn’t understand why she flitted about in such noisy protest, but soon it was clear. She perched very close to me, about ten feet or so, and squawked at her loudest toward the Trump Hawk’s Nest. As I took this photograph she paid little attention to me. Then I saw what she was so upset about; Junior Mom picked up something that was stored in the nest and prepared it for feeding her chicks...it was, as far as I could see, a baby starling.
So its mother cried out fruitlessly from the 29th floor of that building still under construction, but her voice hardly put a dent in the noise from the 59th Street traffic below.
I took a moment to try and understand why I was all the way up on that treacherous construction site so hungry for photographs of one animal whose prosperity I celebrate while its daily existence brings so much misery to other animals. The starling at times looked in my direction as if for an explanation.
I photographed them regardless—the predator and the prey, convinced that they both understood each other in some way that I cannot comprehend. I then directed my attention to the street below and for a moment felt like I was above the madness I saw milling about some few hundred feet down. Just then I heard an outburst as if it was not just the starling squawking out in protest but also the hawks crying for loosing their homes to real estate developers, and the horses bawling for having to pull carriages of uncaring tourists, and the caged animals over in the Central Park Zoo crying to be free, and the fish in The Lake screaming after getting sharp hooks in their mouths through the Park’s ‘catch & release’ entertainment for children, and the lobsters shrieking over at Shelly’s as they got dropped into boiling water—a loud noise that I could not ascertain at first but presently I grasped that there was no noise at all but just the wind on my ear.
I wish there was some way to let that starling know that at least one person heard her cries that day.
|Cuddling - June 24, 05|
In just a matter of weeks these little guys will be as big as their parents and in a few months they'll separate and go different ways. But something tells me that years from now, even after having children of their own, when they're soaring high up in the sky and feeling that pacifying weightlessness, they’ll remember this tender moment and I bet it’ll make them float even higher
|Junior off - June 24, 05||Mom & Kids - June 24, 05||Motherly Love - June 24, 05||TRump Parc Family - June 24, 05|
|TRump Parc Nest - June 25, 05||mom cleaning baby june 25,, 05 KX8E0053.jpg||mom june 25, 05 KX8E0171.jpg||lola long beresford june 26, 05 KX8E0028|