At first there was one, we tracked it all night, pointing fingers like children in a zoo. Then there were two. A night later, three. Now there are so many we lose count. It’s not the woods, of course, but for a New York City neighborhood, it’s quite pleasant. They fly around us and light up our evenings.
With birds of all kinds, the bloody squirrels, visiting cats, a dog across a fence, the raccoon and even possums, this is a lively garden space. I’ll soon post about our NYC safari.