Who knows, and quite frankly, who cares? Certainly not I!!! I’m not interested in why fors or whatevers – I think my personal fascination comes from a deep appreciation of all wildlife, flora and fauna.
There have been numerous articles about New Yorkers and the life and well-being of Pale Male and his former mate, Lola. We all have heard the story of the building’s maintenance crew destroying the nest of the two Red Tail hawks, invoking the wrath and retribution of thousands led in a crusade by Mary Tyler Moore! Rallies were held, committees were formed, newspaper articles written, and all the usual Big Apple hoo-ha you can imagine. FINALLY the nest was re-installed but it was not quite right; rumor has it that a spike from the pole it sat on was poking through, ugh, but who really knows. The upshot of that was several years of failed mating- no eggs or at least no survivors, a shame. A universal or at least City-wide mantle of guilt and shame lay on the shoulders of the citizens. Man had interfered with nature and now look what we did!
But that was then, and this is now. Lola is gone! She disappeared from the nest; old age? death? illness? Whatever, she was gone. Pale Male still the stud hawk he has always been found himself a new young mate (the trophy wife) and this season they produced two eggs that were studiously watched over by both parents and onlookers, not to mention the obsessive bird-cam addicts online. And lo and behold, two fine young Red Tail hawks were born and are now growing youngsters.
Here’s a peek at these two fine young Red Tail Hawks. If they have been named, I’m unaware as of yet. There’s a striking resemblance to their parents, one looking like Ginger and one in the image of Pale Male; however, for all I know they’re both males or both females – time will tell.
The Kids!
Is This A Chip Off The Old Block?
Does She Look Like Ginger?
Yippee!!
A Beautiful Bird
Feet First Landing
Nice Mani-Pedi
All photos courtesy of Murray Head
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