Like Living with Dragons
The only known nesting pair of bald eagles in New York City is the ultimate example of the raptors’ comeback in America
By MAUREEN SEABERG
It is fitting that they like to perch atop the steeple cross of Old St. Joaquim and St. Anne’s R.C. Church at Mount Loretto on Staten Island — the house of worship immortalized in the powerful and violent “Godfather” baptism scene. Like Mario Puzo’s Michael Corleone, tenderly holding his niece in the sanctuary even as assassinations he ordered against rivals are carried out across the city, they gently raise offspring on the one hand and could crush all comers on the other — half holy seraphim, half mob boss.
The mates for life are so resilient in their unlikely urban setting that they enthusiastically make love in public aloft an old smoke stack covered in cell phone antennae. Or perhaps they’ll climb a mile high, lock talons and purposefully fall to Earth in a death spiral mating ritual like this one over a parking lot. They put the brakes on just before hitting the asphalt, reported one astonished park-goer at Mount Loretto Unique Area just off busy Hylan Boulevard in their Prince’s Bay territory.
