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.
Jordan Lake: the OSPREYS have returned to Jordan Lake for their breeding season. This female has a very large crop so she has eaten well post her flight from Central or South America. Once again the stage is set for the interactions between the two fishing raptors of the Jordan Lake Neighborhood!
Jordan Lake: The fledgling osprey had worked hard most of the morning trying to catch a fish. The bald eagle had been watching. The osprey got her fish and the eagle wanted it. The chase was on…
Jordan Lake: this female Fledgling Osprey jumped from her perch high in a tree on one side of the cove. She was dashing straight across to the other side. Then abruptly the youngster threw on her air brakes, wrapped her wings around herself and looked over her shoulder, hard, down to the lake below. There the dancer hung for a long heartbeat. Then the osprey shrugged as if well nothing there after all and she turned her head back forward. Unwrapped her feathered wings cape and finished her flight to the other side. A true sky ballerina.