On Saturday afternoon, before I arrive Pale Male had caught and half eaten a squirrel.  He was perched about 20 feet from the other half of the squirrel.  Lola joined him, and instead of offering her the leftovers, he began to eat them.   Lola made soft cries of protest, but he kept eating.  After  about ten minutes, she was feed up and flew over and took the rest of the squirrel from Pale Male.

She flew east, and Pale Male led us around the edge of the Great Lawn to his roost for the night.  As I left the park, I found Lola on 1040 Fifth Avenue, where she roosted for the evening.