|Osprey Chase off the Pond|
|Waiting in a Tamarack|
|Thwarted From Fishing|
Sitting on the porch step, rain sprinkles my feet as I sip my first cup of morning coffee. I wiggle my toes and watch the steely sky. I'm looking for osprey.
A shrill whistle sounds from the pond and three red-winged blackbirds fly into formation. They spot the osprey before I do. I want to tell the alarmist birds that osprey eat a diet of 99% fish, but then again, who knows? Maybe that 1% is blackbird eggs cupped in pond nests like a gourmet treat.
Three determined blackbirds harass the bobbing fisher-bird who looks huge in comparison. He dodges the trio and lands in a tamarack to the south. Maybe he's thinking how to sneak past the blackbirds to the pond. Amidst all the rain sprinkles the fish are rising, ringing the water in such a way that must frustrate the osprey.
It frustrates me--I want to see the osprey cannonball. But alas, he flies off heading south. The blackbirds trill to one another and I go back inside to get a second cup of coffee.
Osprey thwarted, this time.