To me, anyway:
Oh, Club Wagon – that’s the difference:
Tough to believe that this rig is a close cousin to a Ford Mustang, but it is.
This is an eight passenger vehicle, believe it or not.
An ideal nesting site high above the Polk Street Steps, don’t you think?
It’s protected from the rain and wind and of course there are plenty of rats scurrying about City Hall these days, non?
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This new nest matches the other one the Polk Side has.
Well, it turns out that City Hall, home of the Biggest Classical Dome in the Western Hemisphere,*is also home to raptor nests. Check out the Polk side of the northeast corner. See all that straw and whatnot? That’s your raptor nest.
Truth be told, all of our hawks and falcons in the area are pretty much the same boid, so they look pretty much the same. But I’d venture to say that this critter is a red tailed hawk, or a red-shouldered, or one of them peregrine falcons, something in that area.
Anywho, this raptor seemed awful interested in this nest this AM.
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Same critter, but on the north side.
Here’s another angle of the nest on our crumbly City Hall. (Can you see the nightmare-fuel cow’s skull complete with assorted cow skull icons?)
If you like urban birds of prey, look forward to this new joint opening December 10, 2010 in the bay area:
“THE LEGEND OF PALE MALE documents the mysterious power possessed by a single red-tailed hawk to open the eyes and hearts of die-hard city dwellers to the wonders of nature. It begins in 1993, when a young man from Belgium looking to change his life has an unexpected encounter in Central Park with a wild redtail hawk, a fierce predator that has not lived in the City for almost a hundred years. He buys a video camera and sets out to track the hawk, and after almost twenty years, realizes he has been led down many trails of life, death, birth, hope, and redemption. THE LEGEND OF PALE MALE is a Balcony Releasing film, runs for 85 minutes, is in English, and is not yet MPAA rated.
*Yes, bigger than the U.S. Capitol rotunda. I mean, natch, that was the whole point. We bad.
Let’s take a look.
The Diane and Alfred Wilsey Court, bathed in purple and blue. Click to expand:
And here’s the band in the cafe, doing a decent Duran Duran cover:
Dancing Gogo Mummies uncaged – stage left…
…and right, avec Red State Trucker:
Of course, Fake Michael Schumacher was there:
All the food you could eat and booze you could drink. Plus, free palm readings. Bonus!
Let’s follow the Joker, Fletch and Sexy Nurse over to…
…Very Postmortem: Mummies and Medicine, opening today:
Now, let’s creep past The Brain That Wouldn’t Die…
…and out the front, where Balloon Mom Mayumi, avec UFO balloon, was seen looking for her son, Balloon Boy Falcon:
All in all, a great event.
See you next year?
Pity the poor Botta’s pocket gophers of Golden Gate Park. You know who wants to eat them? Adult herons, baby herons, foxes, coyotes, tiny terriers, feral and house cats [added per request of commenter “Dude”], and of course hawks (but feel free to call them “falcons,” as “born and raised” San Franciscans are sometimes wont to do).
And speaking of native sons, Carl Nolte recently did a bit about the Circle of Life, incuding hawks and gophers, of the City. Of course some people, like gardeners and soccer players, just can’t stand these little rodents. Oh well.
A red tailed hawk takes an unlucky gopher back to the nest in Golden Gate Park. Click to expand.
Poor little feller.