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Love those osprey. The male has just returned and is feverishly rebuilding the nest that was destroyed over the winter. Gotta get it ready for The Little Lady's arrival. IIRC the tower they build in is 180 ft or thereabouts. I love watching them bring the larger fish up that high. Back and forth, over and over, slowly building altitude under the load.
Twice over the years I've gotten to watch a new male challenge the nesting one. It turns into an amazing dogfight with each trying to gain altitude over the other. The lower one trying to out climb the higher, the higher one circling and circling until the right moment to make his dive.
I've watched the ospring flying around together and seemingly playing.
For anyone interested in More Osprey:
I had forgotten your Osprey's, Knuck. I'm envious. But appreciative of the update. And altitude is all, leastways the way I learned it. Osprey's were my favorite bird in early youth... I can remember copying or sketching over many an Osprey. A 'Noble Bird', if such can be said, as then, they all are, a miracle, as BD notes.
Remember the first time I saw one actually catch a fish. Spectacular dive into and under the water, then out and gain altitude, pause to shake the water off (like a Labrador), and head out. I would never have believed the shake had I not seen it myself.