

Tuesday morning the sunlight hesitated through the unwilling clouds until it succumbed to the thick white mass over Manhattan.
I was left with only a chalky light in which to admire my two friends.

Lola on the Beresford Tuesday morning when there were short periods of bright light--no idea if she slept there.

Lola getting some exercise over Sparrow Rock (84th Street & West Drive) before moving over to her perch on the Eastside.


Lola on her window between 77th & 78th Streets (Lower level on the old Stovepipe building).

About a half mile away, through the leafless treetops, there stood Palemale perched low near the East Drive.



Three baby squirrels in the Ramble.
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