The female is sitting on her nest in the gray morning light. Suddenly she spots a black speck coming up the river. Her attention -- and ours -- is riveted. The osprey takes off and flies downriver toward the speck, which veers inland about a half-mile away. The female returns to her nest, arranges her wing feathers and settles in. We all are glum.
"Look who's here!" Jack cries this afternoon as I walk through the door. I am pleased, but puzzled, at his effusive greeting until I realize it was not for me. The male is back.
Outside are much flapping, joyous peep-peeping and a renewed enthusiasm for gathering sticks for the nest. Inside, there is palpable relief.
"Look who's here!" Jack cries this afternoon as I walk through the door. I am pleased, but puzzled, at his effusive greeting until I realize it was not for me. The male is back.
Outside are much flapping, joyous peep-peeping and a renewed enthusiasm for gathering sticks for the nest. Inside, there is palpable relief.
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