I arrived around 9 pm, to find Flaco hooting from a tree along the East Drive. It took me about fifteen minutes to find where in the tree however. He was using two new perches that required me to find just the right angle to see him. After about thirty minutes, he went to a favorite tree in the compost area of the park. For about ten minutes he was lit up by the blinking taillights of a park truck unloading trash. After the truck left, he took off and I couldn’t find him, so I called it a night.