888 Adult Female
After the rain stopped on Sunday, I heard the 888 Fledgling begging for food, but could only find the mother. She moved from the Locust Grove to the Ballfields while I was there.
After the rain stopped on Sunday, I heard the 888 Fledgling begging for food, but could only find the mother. She moved from the Locust Grove to the Ballfields while I was there.
The 888 fledgling is being encouraged to do some hunting by her parents. But she’s not doing that great at hunting yet. It takes practice and she’ll get the hang of it soon.
The more I learn about Bobby Horvath, the more I admire him. Last Wednesday, he was involved with an Osprey rescue where with the help with a friend, two good samaritans and a ladder borrowed from a local fire house, he freed a young fledgling who had gotten caught in rope and fishing tackle that its parents had used to build the nest. The bird dislocated its hip hanging upside down and thrashing to get free, so Bobby has been nursing it back to health.
The Southwest corner of Central Park has gotten noisy. The 888 Seventh Avenue parents are trying to wean the fledgling from feedings and are trying to get it to hunt on its own. As a result, the fledgling spent over an hour begging for food Thursday evening.
I only had an hour to visit the park on Sunday. But I did get to see the 888 Fledgling.
Saturday with the Central Park fledgling was a quiet afternoon of a bird resting in the hot weather followed by some fun in the early evening.
I arrived around 7:30 to find American Robins and the 888 Seventh Avenue having a minor war. Junior had taken a Robin nestling, and the adult Robins were going after him. He moved north and south. While others looked for the fledgling, I looked for Junior but found Charlotte instead.