Tuesday, March 22, 2011

MARCH 17, 2011

The rope is in place and the osprey doesn’t seem to care.  The pole is still bent and she doesn't seem to
care about that, either. The first few days she was here, she went fishing in her graceful way of skimming the water.  Now she’s picking at the nest and making swooping missions to our neighbors’ shoreline to find twigs.
She casts a worried eye downriver.  Where is he?

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