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Osprey Living
I am days away from a deep dive into the lives of ospreys. This follows after valuing the innocence involved in not knowing very much about them and being in a position to consistently observe. There is a different level of learning that has been unfolding, though not filled with the quantity of information that can be received from books and similar resources.
At some point last year, I observed a pair building a nest on one of the larger power poles that I drive by daily. Their recent arrival to the same location indicated to me I am fascinated enough with them that I am prepared to study, read, and learn about them.
But, not quite yet. I am not done reflecting and being in awe.
My father used to play a game with me on highway trips. I do not think I ever won, but we would see who could spot the most hawks in trees on the way to our destination. He prefaced the game informing me there was a fear that habitat loss was a concern with highway construction, specifically in terms of locating food. However, the opposite in the area where we lived had occurred. Manufactured wide open spaces created an almost impossible setting for an unlucky critter to hang out or attempt to cross. Coming out of a wooded area, no chance any type of prey survives the environment of a manicured highway. Over the years, this has grown for me to include spotting and attempting to identify a…
