The visit started the same way too; with a long stretch of her relaxing, preening, and receiving the odd visitor:
I was facing north and noticed Bobby on One Fifth. I raised my camera just in time to catch his leap off his perch:
The fledgling didn't seem to see the parent. She did become alert at this time and I almost missed her flight because I was still focused on Bobby. I had watched her in her tree for an hour and a half.
She dove toward pigeons a few times and otherwise flew to multiple perches:
Scrunch and spring:
A couple of Blue Jays were nuisances again:
She eventually began to settle down and hopped from branch to branch in one tree as though to look for the perfect spot to have a nap (in a shady spot under heavy leaf cover). She appeared restless, even cranky. The Blue Jays harassed her again and again.
She flew away from them and to the Hangman's Elm:
It was apparently not suitable because she soon flew to a building across the street from the park where she promptly plopped down for her nap:
