On Our Way

This was supposed to be a great post on Florida birds. Two scrub jays sollicited us for food, so we ran back to the house, got my muesli walnuts and a camera. On our return, the scrub jays had already pegged us as misers and did no come down again from their tree.

Back to the house again. Suddenly, Son yells BOBCAT. No camera ready, bobcat is too fast anyway. So are all the bunnies and even the caterpillar. As a result, you are back in New York Harbor.

A look back at the Hudson and
at the East River and

at Lower Manhattan and
at New York Harbor