Wait a minute!
Most of the bogus pigeon scarers are “owls,” as if any self-respecting owl would be hanging out in the middle of the day. This one was a raptor. A nice variation on the theme of useless bird flushers. Right across the street however, a sound in the trees where Vinegar Hill actually drops off, surprisingly, about 20 feet, attracted me. Probably squirrel, and I think it was pissed because of this:
A juvenile Night Heron, hanging out above the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Odd. But these young punks, what do they know?
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