I love Riverside Park. If you’ve been here before, you probably already know that. I even wrote an ode to Riverside Park.
I love its Great Retaining Wall, full of raccoons and squirrels.
Riverside's retaining wall holds raccoons, squirrels and the occasional human.
I depend for my peace of mind on its sweeping views of the Hudson,
I love its – but this post is not about Riverside Park.
This post is about, well, there’s just no easy way to say this:
I’ve found a new love, and its name … is Morningside.
Maybe it’s just a springtime infatuation, fueled by the sight of nesting birds and soaring hawks, and the need to conduct a brief field study for my Ornithology class. Only time will tell if my love will endure.
But the fact is, I’ve tumbled hard for Morningside Park
I love the little pond where geese and ducks pal around with turtles and bullfrogs.
Goose and turtle
Big Daddy is easily eight inches long and very calm.
On one visit, I counted 40 basking turtles.
Heading for a drink
Grazing
Pigeons stroll along the path or forage on the grass with the geese.
Red-winged blackbirds perch on tall reeds in front of the little island, flashing their epaulets and calling like electrical wiring gone bad.
Egrets roost in the treetops
and hunt at the water’s edge
Morningside even has a magnificent Olmstead retaining wall
and mysterious old structures
It has beauty
It has danger
and it has mystery
O woe! Our feet have run away and left us.
Oh, I still love Riverside and in the evenings, I still watch the raccoons
(Yes, they’re fine, thank you for asking, and sporting silvery ear tags like pirate earrings that prove they’ve received their rabies vaccinations)
Riverside Baby Raccoon by Jae Bin Anh
But as long as the geese and blackbirds are nesting, these fresh April mornings belong …
to Morningside.
