WEEKEND POST 136
I thought I had our osprey couple figured out. Just before we set off for the mountains, they were casually gathering large branches and placing them atop a different tree only a few wing-flaps away (fortunately still in perfect, if not better view, from the patio), always returning to their own tree. Upon our return, this nonchalant hobby collection had morphed into a fully outfitted osprey nest. The pair was officially moved in, leaving the other vacant and not looking back.
With my amateur knowledge of bird habits, and some help from experts online, I stated matter-of-factly to my husband that our couple’s digs must be a “frustration nest.” Usually the result of loss to a storm, a frustration nest may also come after loss of a single laid egg or a sole fledgling. I never spied evidence of such, but it seems to fit here, and I caught the pair in “action” yesterday morning. Though it’s highly unlikely the couple can successfully breed (again?) this late in the season, my hope is that what I intruded on takes.
[New osprey nest + the happy couple, through the looking glass, 7-14-17]
But the intrigue doesn’t end there.
To complicate things further, yesterday evening the ospreys shared a fish snack in their original nest. Then, after a minute or two of flying back and forth hurriedly from both, the pair finally settled into the current just as three different ospreys flew onto the scene. The smaller of three appeared to be literally attempting to rob them of their nest, eliciting a constant chorus of alarms and scolds. Quite the stir!
All is quiet this morning, and these dewy webs have my attention for the moment. But once the sun is fully up, should you need me, I’ll be the one with the binoculars glued to my eyes… wearing a big floppy hat, gulping ice water because it’s sweeelllllllllltering. Maybe that’s it — their restlessness is a result of us apparently now living on the surface of the sun?! Though I run the risk of becoming too anthropomorphic with my conclusions, I just can’t help asking more and more questions about bird habits. Namely: What is happening here?! (Yes, this is my real life.)
Stay tuned for new recipes, including the promised tomatillo favorite, and for now, scroll down to enjoy my updates + selection of links from around the web lately. Keep cool. Keep an eye on the sky. Be well!
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Some interesting, fun, delicious reads:
- Rich in fiber, low in calories and packed with antioxidants, blueberries are to be celebrated in the month of July. Try them in a quick jam, a high and mighty lemon-blueberry Dutch baby, taco-ready red cabbage slaw with red onions and aged balsamic, or coated with yogurt for an icy snack.
- It’s HOT. Remember the safety of your furry family members.
- Our brother-in-law is running the Hardrock 100. He’s kind of a big deal, and we’re live-streaming the progress (currently in fourth!) while we cheer him on from 2,000 miles away.
- If you’re also interested in the goings-on of our feathered friends, you’ll want to put a hold on this library book.
- I think le Tour de France is the year’s top sporting event. Still, can’t wait to watch this star-studded cast poke fun at its not-so-shiny past in “41 minutes that [are] pointless in a good way… almost as farcical as the real thing.”
- This week’s pinned words of wisdom.
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