We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I was working yesterday, so Mrs. BD visited a friend on the shore to do some kayaking (that was before she came home to do her weeding).
She reported that the sky was filled with Ospreys, and young ones were perched in the trees on the little islands, screaming for more sushi.
Her friend told her that there are now 19 pairs of Ospreys breeding in the immediate area. 20 years ago, none. That is a remarkable conservation achievement. 30 years ago, they were rare in the Northeast although they were never rare in Florida.
I love to watch them fishing, hovering then diving with their talons forward, and then struggling to free themselves from the pull of the water. The young ones seem to learn how to do it, but it's a wonder they don't all drown.
The Osprey has worldwide distribution. A summary of the magnificent Osprey here.
The minor league baseball stadium in Boise is close to the
Boise River. Every summer for many years a pair of ospreys has made a big nest on top of one of the the stadium light poles near the stands. Apparently the easy trout fishing in the nearby river made up for the crowds and the occassional after-game fireworks, and the sight of one of the adults flying back to the nest with a fish in its talons was always a crowd pleaser.
Love those birds. We have a nesting pair in our town park at the top of an ancient ship to shore radio tower. Two summers ago there were two males after the same female and I was lucky enough to watch the contest between them play out in the sky. It was like watching the dogfights I'd read about. They'd circle and circle with the trailing one seeking any advantage and when he found it he'd come screaming in on the lesser skilled one.
Each spring they need to repair the nest from the winter's damage. I love watching them use those powerful talons to cut live branches from treetops and then haul them back to the nest. The tower is approx. 180 ft. high and gaining that altitude under load is often a major challenge. Delivering a meal can be downright difficult at times.
Winter before last the nest had been wiped out completely so the rebuild was quite an effort. A second nest seems to be forming in a second tower nearby but I haven't yet witnessed the building.
They'll soon begin coaxing the young out of the nest. I love watching that. Mom and dad put on flying demonstrations that are a joy to see. I've seen them actually hover in place directly over the nest when the wind conditions are right. I had the incredible good luck once to see a youngster take the plunge - and it was nothing less than a plunge. If the fishing is good they'll have two or even three ospring and they get to working on their flying skills together.
I just love watching them and I'm hoping that second nest is operational next summer with a second pair.
If you see them just sitting it is understandable that people might mistake them for bald eagles at a distance.