Aaahh! The soothing breezes! The cool green shade! My wife and I were sitting on a bench by the 72nd Street Sailboat Pond washing our senses in the secret well of Central Park when suddenly a little bird swooped down, almost flew into Enid's ear, and landed three inches from her shoulder. We sat on the Park bench, the three of us, for a long time, checking each other out eyeball to eyeball. Finally, after staring into his wide open mouth we both got the message: this baby must be hungry.
    Enid flew off and returned with used sidewalk popcorn, not fresh-popped, but still edible. The bird took it in his beak and then refused. Of course not he needs worms, big fat juicy worms! In the twilight I started digging with a stick in the fallen leaves by the hedge bushes, a choice spot for hunting earthworms all over the world. The bird hopped down and enjoyed watching me dig. But alas, no earthworms, no roly-poly pillbugs, not even a Japanese beetle grub could we find for dinner.