The father was the only hawk I saw in Tompkins Square Park tonight.  He came to his usual spot, where only a week ago he was regularly feeding the fledglings.  But it looks like the fledglings are hunting on their own and don’t need Dad’s handouts.

Dad, who’s molting and looking a bit scruffy, made a few hunting passes before catching something at the north end of the park.  He ate it in the children’s fountain area, which is locked up at 7, so no pictures of meal.