Queen Lola sat on her Beresford window while her husband perched himself on the Belvedere flagpole. I cannot understand how his feet can hold on to that large brass ball, especially in the high wind. Once he left the pole in a determined dive toward Turtle Pond I was not able to find him for the rest of the evening. I watched the crescent Moon sink below the tree line south of the Needle and after a detoured route for the Fifth Avenue bus I went home. This is the first bird I saw after leaving my office - it's the General Post Office's flogpole on 9th Ave.
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