Two men arrive from Chesapeake Wildlife Heritage. They conclude instantly that to straighten the pole they need to jettison the nest. Before I can protest (as a female, I resent this waste of the osprey’s time and effort), the nest is gone, the pole is upright and the osprey is nowhere to be seen. I think she must be furious that her handiwork was destroyed in such a cavalier manner, but Jack assures me the Wildlife guys said ospreys prefer to build a fresh nest every couple of years. I am dubious, but the men are right. Soon the osprey returns to the platform with a twig. By nightfall, a number of sticks are in place.
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