Saturday in Central Park with Max...

Raccoons are normally not seen around the park in the daytime. The night, with their sparkling eyes, is their domain. Recently Rocky has gotten very bold and has been raiding the trash receptacles on a daily basis in front of people. Today we got to catch a picture of him in the act and then running off to enjoy his conquest in private.



Unlike Rocky, Max has to work for his lunch and along with the many musicians and street performers in Central Park on a Saturday, Max lends song and dance to a musical troop who have owned that corner of the park for decades.



Rewarded as any good bird should be, Max is treated to a street side cafe with Mary Lynn and me at Rue 57. A lovely bistro at the corner of 57th Street and the Avenue of the Americas, Max takes full advantage of his perch and sips some water, enjoys the pasta and eats banana and berries for dessert. He is a great lunch companion and thrills all the children, both young and old who find him eating out on a Saturday afternoon.