On Marathon Sunday, I came into a park full of runners. The marathon route goes right through Pale Male and Lola’s territory.
I walked around the Great Lawn and saw a hawk skim just above ground level from the center of the lawn to the eastern edge. The hawk grabbed a small bird and then jumped into a low branch of a small tree between two baseball diamonds. The bird was the immature hawk that Lola has been tolerating and to some observers, has even been playing with.