On Halloween morning, Canada geese and pigeons grazed the ball fields like a mixed herd of small ruminants on the Great Plains.
Sparrows were almost hidden in the brown grass.
Snow from the freak weekend snowstorm lingered on the little island across the pond,
while turtles basked on the northern bank – the day after a storm storm!
An amorous mallard pair courted, perhaps mistaking Halloween for Valentine’s Day.
Although I haven’t spotted Morningside’s small pack of feral cats in quite some time, I did see one beautiful, well-dressed, and mostly tame kitten. (You can’t see her ears very well in this photo, but check out that beautiful, homemade tail.)
At the base of the 114th Street stairs, Esau posed with the park’s resident faun and bear.
I’ve always imagined the bear was stalking the faun, but Ephemeral New York, a blog I love, calls the statue “tender … sweet and magical.” I’ll be taking another look.
A pair of abandoned pants waited patiently for their owner.
Back on the street, a mid-sized devil helped himself to a friend’s take-out food.
Then the young devil headed into the corner store, affectionately known as Crack Deli (don’t ask).
Oh, I do love New York.
Out walking the dog 