I didn’t have a chance to see Flaco during the day. After dinner, I went to Central Park to see if I could find him. He had spent much of the early evening in the construction site, and a few individuals who had watched him had lost track of him by the time I arrived. We searched and searched, and finally due to his hooting, we found him. He was in a tree at the northern end of the construction site with a view of the Harlem Meer.

We lost track of him again as he returned to the center of the construction site. Almost giving up on him, I heard noises in a tree at Nutter’s Battery, which overlooks the Harlem Meer. He had landed oddly and was working to get to a better branch. He then flew to a nearby tree and began hooting. The sound carried to the north shore of the Harlem Meer, where intoxicated New Yorkers cutting through the park on their way home, hooted back every few minutes.

After about fifteen minutes, he moved to a tree fifty feet to the east and continued hooting. I stayed with him for about twenty minutes, but it was now past midnight so I called it a night.