Two Ospreys were circling in the skies above the nest, looking down and talking to Lady Cawcaw. Both Mama Sandy and Papa Stanley were calling on her to go fishing with them. She responded something I didn’t quite understand, but she didn’t lift her butt from the nest. Typical teenager. After a few minutes Sandy flew over the nest with a fish. She is lightning fast. In the top 10 % of Ospreys as far as fishing speed is concerned. She was looking up at Stanley who had yet to go fishing.
Seeing the fish, Lady Cawcaw started to sing. She sang from the heart. You know that song. It’s quite repetitive, as you can hear in this 30 second clip.
But that didn’t work. No fish for her. Instead, Sandy landed on Mariott’s roof to enjoy her fish.
And Stanley, once he flew towards the ocean, soon came back with a fish and started eating it in his usual hideout in the old pine tree close to the nest.
As you can see, Lady Cawcaw’s parents both caught the same kind of fish. I’m sure there was a school of that particular fish close to the shore and that was the reason they wanted her to come with them and learn. But no.
She was hungry. And she continued to ask for food. I was sitting on “my” bench and watching her desperate quest to be fed without getting her feathers wet, when I noticed some movement on the water below the nest. I couldn’t believe my eyes…
…when Mama Mottled Duck swam to the shore with seven ducklings. She climbed up on the grass and so did the ducklings. Where was she taking them?!
They marched straight towards the stone wall between the marsh and the busy street. Oh, no!!
Mama Duck knew about a hole in the wall and they went through it. I had to run around the stone wall to get to the road. The traffic had to be stopped! I was gesturing like a mad woman (that I am) to the cars. Mama Duck and the ducklings marched right on to the busy street!
The cars stopped! They did. And Mama marched onto the Sailing Center grounds. Then into the grass and further towards the bay.
I guess their nest had been flooded by the rains dumped on us by TS Colin, and she had to move. The salt marsh is brimming with water.
Probably the highest water levels I’ve seen. Many of the small islands are under water and marsh flowers are sticking up from the water.
The whole marsh looks more like a lake. No small “beaches” or mud flats.
This was on Tuesday, but the water had not receded even today. I walked around the marsh this morning and noticed that only large wading birds were around, and even they were sitting on the little trees sticking up from the water.
All, apart from the younger Great Blue Heron. He was standing right next to “my” bench. And he didn’t like to see me.
In fact, he was very vocal about it. Before he took off.
Apart from Great Egrets, I spotted a Snowy Egret on the doggy park fence, next to a little “lake” that had formed there.
She was watching a Mottled Duck happily swimming around in the temporary “lake”.
…while her cousins, the Moorhens, were cruising the marsh in big numbers.
And how was the svelte Lady Cawcaw, you may ask. She was just fine. She sang again. And this time her song was heard. Mama Sandy came in with half a fish.
I left her eating her small portion, and walked onto the beach. A big party was going on in the new fresh water lake.
Laughing Gulls, Black Skimmers and Royal Terns enjoyed the temporary bath tub. There were hundreds of birds around. Some flying in tandem…
…others just relaxing on the sand.
I was almost at home when an Osprey flying over the ocean caught my eye. It was lady Cawcaw!
I guess her small lunch had left her hungry. She flew beautifully, but was not looking down. She’s yet to learn that fish don’t fly. But this was a great start. Next time when her parents want her to go fishing with them, she just might follow them.
We all wish you a great weekend ahead. Peace.