Male American Kestrel, Falco sparverius, on a regular Green-Wood perch. Other recent sightings include Kestrel on the local antenna yesterday afternoon; a beautiful mature Red-Tail right over the apartment earlier Tuesday; two Peregrine at Borough Hall (Friday) and the nearby House of Detention (Monday), site of a long-time nest; Cooper’s here there and everywhere. Actually, it could just be one, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he or she bedded down somewhere nearby.
And talk about a regular perch: The Falconer statue in Central Park. Evidently this is the third version of the falcon on this hokey George Blackwell Simonds bronze of 1875. (I mean, that costume! A Victorian’s fantasy of an Elizabethan.) Neglect and vandalism destroyed the original and a 1957 repair/reproduction. Yet another arm and falcon were redone in 1982.
It’s good to be reminded of the damage people do once we’ve repaired it. And it sure looks like it’s going to take a long time to repair the damage Trump and his venal vandals are determined to do. I keep hearing Trump voters insisting that he won’t do what he said he’d do and is choosing goons to do with him, that they voted for a racist, sexist, plutocratic shitstorm for other reasons, reasons which they don’t seem too clear about. Fuck them. The only reason Trump won’t do what he said he’d do will be because we have to clean up their god-damned stupid-ass choice and fight him every step of the way. Let’s be thankful these idiots remain a minority of Americans, unfortunately magnified by a creaky, corrupted, gamed political process.