Thursday, March 24, 2011

MARCH 24, 2011

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.

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