Beresford SE Tower

Work on the SE tower of the Beresford Apartments, one of Lola’s favorite perches, has finished.  The scaffolding and netting that have been around the tower over the last few weeks has been removed.  While working on the tower, employees removed the small pile of sticks Lola and Pale Male had brought to the ledge over the last few years.  I’m sure the workers felt that the loose sticks needed to be removed to comply with Local Law 11.

The building did not destroyed or modify any of the perches Pale Male and Lola use on the Beresford.  There is no reason for anyone to be upset by the removal of a few sticks.   A diatribe against the building was posted on a site dedicated to Pale Male on Sunday.  The overreaction of some against kite flying, balloons, building cleaning, and raptor exhibitions in Central Park only paints the hawk watching community as a bunch of fanatical lunatics.

If one is truly concerned about Pale Male and Lola, they should worry about their nest on Fifth Avenue.  The nest has failed to produce offspring since it was installed over three years ago.  The new cradle, built to support the nest and comply with Local Law 11, appears to have a design flaw.  The organizations and individuals that helped install the cradle, and were happy to pose for press pictures, have all but forgotten about Pale Male and Lola.

When people tell me how how great it is that the nest was restored, I respond with words they usually don’t want to hear.   I tell them that the new nest structure, a valiant and possibly first-time attempt by mankind to restore a Red-tailed Hawk nest, hasn’t worked. (Given that it was a first attempt, it’s not surprising that something has gone wrong.)

Rarely, someone will ask me “What can I do to help?”.  I answer that I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know enough about engineering and thermodynamics to recommend which structural changes to make to the cradle.

Maybe the answer is just to continue spreading the word that Pale Male and Lola’s new nest isn’t working.  If enough people know the truth, maybe someone with the appropriate expertise will come forward and do something.

Pale Male on the tower on Saturday.
Another shot of him.
Lola on the East Side on Sunday.
Her feathers blew in the strong winds.
Pale Male in a tree on the south shore of Turtle Pond on Sunday.

Marathon Sunday 2007

Sunday was a festive day in Central Park with the Marathon going through it for most of the day.

(Warning: some squirrel eating shots near the end of this post.)

When the male front runners of the race went by, the helicopters ended up flushing the three hawks currently in area of the Great Lawn, Pale Male, Lola and a juvenile hawk.  Reports are that the adults are not too tolerant of the young hawk. 

This seems to change each year.  Sometimes Lola seems to tolerate a young hawk and sometimes she doesn’t.  Last year, she ignored the young hawk that hung out in the park around the Natural History Museum.

I left the park for brunch and returned to just miss Pale Male in his Turtle Pond tree.  He reappeared soon thereafter on the flag pole of Belvedere Castle.
He then flew to south into the Ramble to a tree near the Tupelo tree.
He stayed on a tree for about 20 minutes.
Then jumped on the ground and walked over to…
…a dead squirrel.
He picked at it but didn’t seem to be too interested in eating it.
After a bit, he returned to the tree he had been in earlier.
Then flew east, stopping in a tree and then north.

5th Avenue Hawks on Sunday

I was able to see both Pale Male and Lola on late Sunday afternoon. 

(Warning: some graphic rodent eating shots near the end of this post.)

Lola on the northeast tower of the Beresford.
American Crows making a racket, but not directly attacking Lola.
Pale Male on a MET security camera.
Pale Male on his favorite Turtle Pond tree.
He attracted a crowd at Turtle Pond, so he moved into a tree on the Great Lawn…
but returned to Turtle Pond to catch a rodent.
He must have incredible vision.  He hunted from about 150 yards.
Then he went up into a tree for his dinner.
Liver?
After he was done eating, he cached half of the rat on a Great Lawn tree. He then cleaned his beak on the bark of this tree and flew north for the evening, skipping his usual sleeping tree.