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.
Well, now, thanks you so very much for that. What fabulous birds. I saw one landing at the nest a few days back but have not seen he/she/it/them since. I expect I will see them hard at work doing home repair soon.
I hear and see them all the time around the islands on the lake - just today I saw one grab what looked like a decent sized carp from shallow water over at Pine Island (about a mile north of my marina). I didn't have my camera with me - I'll have to remember to take it from here on when I head out.
I'm lucky enough to live in an area just north of Houston, Texas, with both ospreys and bald eagles. We often see ospreys catching the fish and then having them stolen by those bully bald eagles before they have a chance to perch somewhere and eat them. Nature is tough.
I just love to watch them operate. The nest near me is on an unusually high tower - over 180 ft. So hauling heavy materials up there to repair the nest, or larger fish for dinner, is a real chore for them. They fly back and forth slowly gaining altitude. When they finally make it they flop in, seemingly exhausted. I've never yet seen them give up their prize though. Once in a while they'll alight on a lower bit of the tower and eat a bit, but they always go back to the challenge as far as I can tell.
Their talons are enormous relative to the size of the body.
I've watched a couple males "dogfighting" - presumably over a female. They circle and circle, each looking for an advantage, and waiting for an error, testing the other's capbilities and mettle. Then the Big Move. It took three such Big Moves for the winner to chase away the loser. The loser hung around nearby towers for days but finally went somewhere else.
And one particularly prosperous summer I got to watch the three ospring playing around as they built their flying skills and strength. They would chase one another and dive at sticks and such shenanigans. I even got to see The Big Leap one year. When the parents are coaxing the ospring to take The Big Leap they'll sometimes hover over the nest squawking at the young'ns. Or they'll circle around it flapping like mad.
That year I got to watch them form up for what I am certain (or tell myself so at least) was the long journey south for the winter. First one in a wide circle, then two, three... until all five were set and then the entire group headed south. Other than the ospring playing and the dogfight I'd never seen them fly anything but solo.
Sounds corny but I find it absolutely joyful to witness.
There's some youtubes of eagles preying on mountain goats by knocking them off a certain spot that the bird has surely scouted and knows there's nothing the goat can do but be dinner a few hundred or thousand feet below.
Occurs, that since birds evolved from dinosaurs, that if they hadn't downsized an awful lot in the doing, we humans would probably not be here. Think of a flying Tyrannosaurus Rex --or even a peaceful Brontosaurus alighting in your cornfield.