It must have been the crowded park I guess--whatever the reason, neither Palemale or Lola showed up anywhere close to the park both Saturday and Sunday during the many hours I observed. Delacorte Threater had rehearsals on both days where they continually set off loud explosions scaring all the animals in Turtle Pond each time. I became very excited when I saw this in the Locust Grove--taking it for a red tailed hawk on the ground. I felt like I was beginning to see things after walking around in circles for hours looking for them. It turned out to be just a tree stump, but I stared at it regardless and for all that time nestled in the shade of the tall locust trees it was my red tailed hawk.. Lola emerged from behind the thick trees along the East Drive and settled somewhere on the Westside around 81st Street. After fruitlessly searching for her along the West Drive between the green heron’s nest and the Diana Ross Playground she appeared in the Beresford NE tower an hour or so later. Each time I visit the Upper Lobe I am only able to find two of the three remaining chicks. (?) In the Locust Grove right after running into my tree-stump RTH Palemale Jr & Charlotte on the Essex sign down on 59th Street. This was photographed from the bottom of Cedar Hill (about one mile away). Robin in the Gill. Butterfly in the Maintenance Field Garden. Bee in Turtle Pond. Some kind of wasp also at Turtle Pond. Insect expert Nick did a great job giving me all the names of these dragonflies... I did a poor job of remembering them. I firmly believe that Nature would not go through the trouble of creating this beautiful complex creature if she didn't have a wholesome purpose for it. Much later in the evening Palemale showed up almost as Lola did flying over Turtle Pond and headed in the same direction. not the greatest image but it was such a pleasure to finally see him after so long. Once he reached the Beresford Lola joined him and they both soared together over 81st Street. With most of the light prematurely ended with the help of some thick low clouds in the west I packed up and headed for home. When I crossed Central Park West I saw our friend perched on the Natural History Museum’s weather vane. It was a happy feeling to see his face at the end of the day and took away some of the disappointment of a no-show weekend. All images above photographed Sunday August 6, 2006.