The afternoon started slowly with the fledgling (the one who hatched in the park, which locals are calling Manhattan to differentiate from the adoptee from Brooklyn) flying off a 7th Street roof and then perching in a tree for almost an hour. I lost track of the fledgling and went down to 4th Street to watch the parents on the Most Holy Redeemer Church.
When I returned the park, the fledgling was in a tree and soon came down to the ground to eat a rat. The kill must have been at least day old as it was covered with maggots. After it was eaten, the hawk flew to a fence and eventually to a 7th Street rooftop.