I have removed all the gloomy information from yesterday into the archives (March 21, 2006). I watched the nest until dark on Wednesday evening and all was well. I arrived at my host’s apartment just before noon and immediately took a look at the nest with my binoculars. All was well. I peered between the intricately woven brown twigs and found Lola’s eyes; she was sitting peacefully on her eggs. The traffic below on Fifth Avenue was muffled enough to tell that the higher one goes the more one is removed from the disquiet of the insatiable human world—even if it was only nineteen floors up. In the wild jungles of earlier times hawks like Pale Male & Lola must have sat peacefully like this for millions of years. While they sat on their eggs they must have had to contend with fierce predators, earthquakes, ice ages, dragons, floods and DDT. I’m sure they took it all in stride and made it happily through to today’s world. These days Pale Male & Lola are only just learning to cope with intolerance, insensitivity, and phoniness--just a few of the modern hurdles they must deal with each day. They are handling it well and hopefully these two creatures will remain focused and still be able to accomplish their most sacred goal which is to produce more beautiful creatures like themselves. Maybe there'll come a time when the ones of us with even the darkest heart may look out of their shut up windows and see the color and brightness that so many of us get to see and admire every day. All images above taken on Wednesday March 22, 2006.