The baby osprey are getting big. They poke their heads up above the lip of the nest and look down on us. The chatter they make is for food, though, not because I’m standing about twenty feet below their nest. The people and the cars and the bikes don’t seem to bother this particular family.
Their nest is built on top of an electric pole right behind the entrance booth of the campground. It’s about three feet across, sits right on the electric feed. It stinks pretty bad right now, as there hasn’t been any rain to wash the area in and below the nest. The shrubs and pavement are splattered white but amazingly no one has gotten hit.
The osprey are a big attraction along the road, with three nests. But the ones at the booth are my favorite. Watching them circle around with a bullhead in their talons they seem so graceful. It’s another story when they are getting chased and harassed by birds one tenth their size. I’ve seen the osprey running from little red-winged blackbirds and even the great blue heron has chased them off a few times.
It’s great to be able to watch a bird daily, just going about its life. Lot’s of people ask if they are eagles, but once they get a good look at the birds, it’s apparent even with the similar white heads that they are not. And while it would be great to have eagles nesting right there, the osprey are good enough company.