I spied it first from my upper deck, a huge nest of driftwood, tree limbs and seaweed. Each summer watching the male do his sky dance while spotting prey underwater from 30 meters above Hells Gap Marsh. His wings constructed in a manner that allows him to bend and shield his eyes from the sun as he lands.
The first thing I would look for after each hurricane took another bite out of our coastline. And after six succeeding hurricanes the nest still strong in the top of the old tree, though empty in the cold months as the Osprey winters south. Several generations of young I've watched grow through summers in my time here.
For two full years now the nest has stood empty. Mates for life have parted. No more young learning to hunt the fish. Standing as a metaphor for my own soon to be empty nest. A reality, not just a syndrome.
r ~ 30Jan14
The Osprey (Pandionidae). A most awesome bird of prey.