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May 2, 2008

Riverside Park Mom fixing a very large twig in her nest. The nest is now laden with a lot of newly laid green twigs and leaves from various trees around. This new material appears to have taken care of a severe fly problem which I noticed a few days before when the chicks were just hatched.

Most of these images were taken a few day ago since Friday evening was very rainy and dismal...

I found Palemale sitting on his nest when I arrived at the MSB Pond and, without my seeing, Lola appeared later in the evening (Lola seen above).

Friday night (May 2nd) as I walked towards Palemale's roosting tree I found this poor little girl tied to this bench abandoned by her owner.

She kept looking toward the Eastside like this, perhaps it was in this direction that her owner disappeared from her. I sat with her for almost an hour very angry at the person who did this horrible thing to her. I even got angry with the Central Park Conservancy who goes out of their way to encourage people to get dogs so they can come to the park to meet people (Central Park Paws)
But after some thought I considered that there may be a chance that the owner was in some deep trouble and was forced to do this and they must be presently somewhere totally distraught. I began to imagine how I'll have to learn to walk with her along with all the gear I move around with. What was certain was that she would not be ending up at a shelter or worse, the Central Park Conservancy or the CP Precinct.
Finally after many calls and walking around I was able to reach a very good friend who did not hesitate to take the poor creature in.

She immediately made friends with this person's own dog and I'm sure she now has a wonderful life ahead of her.

Riverside Park Mom.

Riverside Park Dad.

A few drops of rain this evening and I quickly took shelter--the sting from those cold drops of rain were not to be tolerated.
But tonight Lola sits on her cold wet nest and will make no complaint. She will sit patiently and shelter her eggs and keep them warm and dry.
A little raindrop may get caught on her head feathers and another happy one may land right on top of him and soon another may join in and then, too fat to hold that snug position on her head, the drop may run down the side of her face and veer onto her beak. Lola may awake out of her peaceful sleep to find that cool little raindrop sitting comfortably on her beak catching all the dim lights from the skyline on Central Park West and Central Park South. She may move her head slowly forward to see how tight that little raindrop is holding on to her, and as he is about to fall off she may quickly level her beak so that our little friend is secure once again.
Lola may say something to him and forthwith they will, I’m certain, become good friends. I can hear him now tell her stories about what a wonderful time he had living inside the cloud which made him and she’ll tell him about Palemale and all about how they love to fly up to the clouds and watch all the little raindrops being born. Then he may tell her of all his plans that he has now that he has fallen to the Earth--of how he wants to help make a puddle and how he would give his left ear to run down a long green leaf. And he may go on and on with stories about when he lived in the clouds and how his mother cloud almost joined up with a hurricane but decided not to , and soon after he notices how quiet Lola got he’ll ask her what’s the matter and she’ll tell him that nothing’s wrong. But he’ll know something’s the matter and he may pull himself a little closer to her eyes and remain quiet himself for a while.
“What are you doing all the way up here anyway?” he may ask, “I always see hawks like you in trees all the time.” “I’m up here because I’m waiting for something special to happen,” she may say quietly with some hesitation to her little liquid friend lounging on her beak.
“I love to wait for special things,” the little raindrop may say as he begins to think of a dozen or more special things that he would love for himself.
“What kind of special things you like to wait for?” Lola may ask. The little raindrop’s eyes may light up some more. “To be in a snowflake, and to make a big splash on a pond, and to be drunk up by squirrels--that’s always a lot of fun...” remarked the little raindrop as he remembered all the special happy things he waited for and received. “But I don’t like to be in tears too much though.” he said as he remembered one sad thing which he had to be a long time ago.
“So what special thing are you waiting for Lola?” he asked as he brought back happy thoughts to his little mind and snuggled up closer to his new friend. Lola tried to avoid the question but still she was enjoying the company of the delightful little raindrop.
“Well I’ve been waiting up here for this something special to happen for many, many days and nights. Every day I wait and look and then I go to sleep and wait some more.” Lola may say softly to her little friend. “and every day I look up to the sky and I wish some more for this special thing to happen and I know that it would happen soon enough.” she may continue almost at a whisper to her little friend who may be trying to figure out what this special thing is which will make Lola wait and wish for so long.
“oh Lola,” our little friend may say looking up to her big beautiful eyes that has a picture of all the lights and all the glistening trees in Central Park, “I want you to have your special something more than all the special things I could ever want.” the little raindrop may say, at which point Lola may look down at he little friend and smile. “I’ll give up all my special things just for you!” I feel the raindrop will say, knowing what raindrops are like.
“I think I just got my special something happen that I’ve been waiting for all these days and nights!” Lola may say smiling.
“Really! I’m so me...tell me what it is!” the little raindrop may ask overjoyed. At which point Lola may look down at him and bring her eyes very close almost to touch the little shining fellow.