I went looking for the 888 Seventh Avenue fledgling this afternoon, but found her mother instead. She was at the northwest corner of the Sheep Meadow in Central Park around 67th near Tavern on the Green.
She was being scolded by a group of Robins, who helped me find her.
The adult hawk flew off out of sight. While looking for her, I found this raccoon sleeping just north of Tavern on the Green. Does it dream of the goodies in the dumpsters nearby?
