Fog-Wood

A lush fog settled over the city Saturday night. In Green-Wood, with its grand views of the harbor, Statue of Liberty, New Jersey, and lower Manhattan, there was nothing to be seen outside the confines of Brooklyn.

Upon entering Green-Wood by the PPW entrance, I heard Blue Jays screaming their heads off, a good sign they were mobbing something predatory. I soon found their target:The line between Cooper’s and Sharpshinned hawk species is a challenging one. I think this is a Cooper’s. The last time I was in the cemetery, four days earlier, I saw this specimen:And then, unexpectedly — but we must be prepared to expect the unexpected now, now that the mad scientists (that is, us) are in charge of planet Earth — this single bloom.