Jordan Lake. One of the Fledgling Bald Eagles – I don’t know which one – got way too close to one of the osprey nests. Dad osprey was quite upset about that and decided to make sure the young eagle left the area. The inexperience of the Fledgling Eagle sure showed up as it ended up tumbling through the air. Both birds came out of the episode just fine.
Jordan Lake. The osprey father who broke his wing when he became entangled in the fishing line, has passed away. My thanks to the Rangers who rescued him, to Captain Doug for transporting him, to CLAWS for doing the very best they could with getting him proper medical care and hopes to rehab him. My thoughts about the careless fisherman are dark. I simply ask that we all try to remind each other to pick up your trash and carry it out.
Jordan Lake. I don’t often name the Osprey nests. But given the history of this nest over the past three days, I picked a name that I know you will understand in a moment. This is the nest where the father osprey caught his wing in the fishing line on Monday. The veterinarian had to amputate part of his wing. He will never fly again. His prognosis is very poor because it’s very difficult to rehab ospreys because of their feeding habits. Keeping in mind that nature is never cruel but she is harsh, let me bring you the hope of the nest. Mom osprey was still early enough in her breeding cycle that she accepted a new male yesterday. So that is why I am hopeful. 1st photo: mom on the lower limb and her new mate up in the tree above her. 2nd photo: mom osprey. 3rd photo: dad osprey. 4th photo: the pair right at the end of their mating. I am hopeful that it works out that the season is not too late for this new pair.
Jordan lake. This photo shows why I hate how careless people are with fishing line. That’s one of the father ospreys at Jordan Lake. His wing is broken. I came upon him while he was still up in the nest trying desperately to get free of fishing line. He snapped his own wing as the line broke and he tumbled to the ground. Three of the state park rangers came to help rescue him. They got the line all cut loose from around his wing. Captain Doug took him over to the rehab facility. The prognosis is not good. I don’t know why people cannot pick up their fishing line. I don’t know why people cannot be that thoughtful. My prayers and meditation for the little guy. Please remind everybody that if you break a line, pick it up, throw it out, properly get rid of it. You can follow the osprey at https://www.facebook.com/ClawsNC/photos/10159773261784920
On March 24, 1947, I came into this world. I once asked my mother what was I like – did I cry or smile – on the day I was born. She laughed and said you came in to the world singing. That revelation is startling: not that I was singing, but, because my mother had lost most of her hearing by the time I was born. I have spent my life in song, however over the last couple of decades, most of the singing has been simply for the ears of the animals that I work with, the birds that I photograph and the trees that I lean against.
I do enjoy singing but it is not the driving force of my life. Although, in a way, I feel I am singing as I satisfy my voracious curiosity and am almost driven to share my discoveries. Perhaps I do sing as I talk about soaring bald eagles, nesting blue birds, pennant dragonflies, American field pansies, ancient red oak trees, companion cats, patient dogs, horses I hug and attempt to heal and oh the smiles and the tears of all my friends.
I was asked a couple of days ago how my GoFundMe campaign was going. The nesting bald eagles have so occupied my time that I had not looked lately. So I pulled up the site and realized the campaign was close to the 3/4 of a century point … a 75, just as I am today. So I thought I would bring each of you up-to-date. There is still a distance to go for there to be enough funding for me to have the new camera and the new lenses. It’s been a year since I had a birthday gift to unwrap. Could you help me further unwrap my gift of singing the song of the birds through my photography and help me to continue to share my birthday gift with the world in brand new photographs? If you’ve already helped, my continuing thank you for your prayers and your funds. Please share this notice. If you’ve not joined in the campaign yet, would you consider doing so and as my mother would say: if it’s your birthday too, happy birthday and if it is not your birthday today then have a very happy un-birthday with me. GoFundMe https://gofund.me/9ba7f009
Jordan Lake: Osprey mom and dad. Mom showed up first, all full of herself! She occasionally chirped from her perch. Then far off, I heard a second chirp. Dad appeared and all was right in the world as the couple reunited after their long solo migrations.