This is from the Hartford, Connecticut paper:

"New Yorker Blamed For Evicting Hawks Looks Familiar"
December 11, 2004
By MIKE SWIFT, Courant Staff Writer

If the holidays are a time for Santa Claus, Salvation Army
bell-ringers and warm, fuzzy feelings, they are also the season of the
Grinch.

So it was in New York City this week, as angry protesters stood vigil
outside the Upper East Side luxury apartments where a pair of
much-celebrated red-tail hawks, nesting there since 1993, were evicted
this week by the building's co-op board.

The object of the protesters' ire, it turns out, was a name well-known
and not especially popular in Hartford - real estate developer Richard
Cohen, the man who never built Adriaen's Landing.

If Hartford is the Charlie Brown of cities, Cohen is the latest guy
who yanked the football away, joining an unholy trinity of businessmen
Bob Kraft and Peter Karmanos in spurning tens of millions of dollars
offered by the state to revitalize the capital city.

Cohen also is chairman of the co-op board of 927 Fifth Ave., where he
lives with his celebrity wife, CNN anchor Paula Zahn. The board
decided to remove the nest of the two hawks, "Pale Male" and his mate,
"Lola," because it was a nuisance and health threat, the board's
lawyer said. Over the years, Pale Male and his various mates had
become the subjects of a book, television do***entaries and a website.

By the end of the week, the flap over Pale Male's eviction was blowing
up into a Bonfire of the Vanities-style dust-up.

"Flip the bird to Paula and the rest of those hoity-toity residents,"
the New York Post thundered Friday, under a photograph of Cohen and
Zahn.

Thursday night, the second night of vigils protesting the hawk's
removal, between 50 and 70 people gathered across Fifth Avenue from
Cohen's building, holding candles and chanting, "Shame on you, bring
back the nest."

Cohen did not return a telephone call from The Courant Friday seeking
comment on the hawks.

But in Hartford, the news that the developer had become a villain in
New York, instead of just in Connecticut, shot through officialdom
like the thrill of a fine whiskey.

Relations between Cohen, who arrived at meetings in state office
buildings at the wheel of a low-slung Maserati, and state officials
ultimately deteriorated so much that the hostility was personal as
well as professional.

The same officials were prevented from voicing their glee, however, by
a lawsuit Cohen filed.