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.
Times are flush and they're living large when they can bring 3 offspring to the point of taking that first leap from the nest.
My Osprey should be arriving back home from winter quarters within the next few weeks. I may be away when they arrive but they'll no doubt make a point of letting me know how glad they are too see me again at first opportunity.
A fisherman friend mentioned the bunker supply seems strong this year so I can hope My Osprey will launch a solid 3 Ospring this year. Last year was only one but I believe the veteran Mrs. had a new Mr. who was not yet properly trained to the tasks required.
Despite a seemingly mild winter the nest will need substantial repairs. Always some fascinating flying related to home improvement chores.
It is, BD. Somebody introduced them about twenty-five years ago to try to control the pigeon population. They have traded their cliff dwellings for high rise niches and are the official bird of Chicago with well over two dozen nests and, I believe, a blog out of the Field Museum dedicated to their antics.
We were entertaining some Japanese businessmen -- all sporting cameras -- at the roof top terrace in a lakefront highrise. After much Johnnie Walker Black, I feared they would plummet over the railings in their attempts to get photos of the chicks and nest on a ledge just below. Thank goodness the sun went down making it too dark for pictures and we escaped without fatalities.