But where are the osprey? Cindy Margulis, director of GGAS, has expressed it clearly: the nest for the ospreys is a nursery not a home. The osprey home is the sky, they roost at night wherever they might be, in Richmond or in Mexico or South America. The nest is where they mate, lay eggs and incubate. It is where they raise their chicks until those chicks fledge. Once the young have fully fledged and can feed themselves, there is no more use for the nest. The fledglings migrate, Rosie migrates too, and Richie finds sheltered places to roost at night and convenient perches for fishing during the day. He makes an occasional visit to the nest to defend it from other ospreys and claim it as his own. As the days lengthen after Winter Solstice, he begins to visit the nest more often, preparing for the day his mate Rosie returns. But that is the subject for another post. Meanwhile, we can enjoy our views from the nest, watching sunrises and sunsets; enjoying gulls, crows, ravens and even an occasional finch; and, like Richie, anticipating the return of Rosie and the beginning of a new osprey season.
I'm looking rather messy now, while sitting on my crane.
The osprey have all flown off again.
The crows they come to clean me and the gulls, they come to rest,
But I am still a lonely osprey nest.
Oh, my branches are all falling, and the eel grass is all wet.
I have not seen an osprey fly in yet.
But I am still on the crane through the winter rain,
And I know I'll soon see the osprey again.
For I am an osprey nest, I am an osprey nest,
As long as I am on the crane,
They'll love me the best,
And I'll forever be their osprey nest.
-Midi