It was a foggy afternoon at the Model Boat Pond.  When I arrived the eyasses were sleeping with Octavia, their mother, two buildings down on Fifth Avenue.  Soon, Pale Male arrived with food and brought it to the nest.  One eyass ate the new prey and the other ate leftovers. 

One tried to eat too big a piece.  The first time I saw this I worried that the eyass would choke, but it seems to be a common behavior as they learn to tear food and eat on their own.  I’ve now seen it dozens of time, and nothing ever goes wrong!

At the end of the afternoon, there was some “jump-flapping”.  But the eyasses were very mellow, which makes sense given the weather.