Four Owls and an Osprey

After two Staten Island weekend outings in a row, we worried that our necks might turn red – mine actually was pinkish for the lack of sunblock – and instead steered confidently north to the Bronx. Landing in Pelham Bay on a sunny Easter Sunday was nothing short of paschal. The immense parking lot was…

Feathered Arrows

After weeks on end of what the French refer to as “métro-boulot-dodo”, the commute-work-sleep routine of large-city dwellers, I reach a tipping point where escape is no longer simply needed, it is quintessential, a survival skill. So we pick up a bubble car a couple of blocks away and head out of Brooklyn like dogs on…