Memorials

7/21/2018

Rest in Peace, little Clipper
June 2-6, 2023

In 2023, two eggs were laid, rather belatedly. The weather was cold and even rainy and Spring was slow to come to the Bay Area. Richie and Rosie built a new nest higher up the crane. And finally, she laid two eggs. One never hatched. The other hatched on June 2 in the early morning. We could not see the actual hatch due to the nest's location and lack of a close-up camera. The chick was promptly nicknamed Clipper (only GGAS can officially name the chicks, usually once they are banded). Richie and Rosie were both bringing fish, and we could see Rosie feeding the chick. The corvids were harassing the ospreys and even came to the nest. But Rosie and Richie ably fought them off. We'll never know what happened, but the morning of June 7, chatters hadn't seen Clipper's head. Our faithful VA reviewed all the video and concluded that the chick had last been seen at 8:30 the night of June 6. We will never know fully what happened. Chatters were understandably sad and many posted photos or poems to memorialize the chick.

collage of her sunset photos takent by Toaster28

poem by Dk

Song to Clipper

The water is wide, I can't get over
Neither have I the wings to fly.
So sail alone, now Clipper Rover
Across the sea, 'til you reach the sky.

And there you'll find those who went before,
Born and fed on the Richmond shore,
Whirley and Tam, Peace-up, Gamma Ray,
And last our dear little Molate.

Then you can fly feather to feather
In the skies that go on forever,
Free of stress and free from cold,
In the place where you never grow old.

midi (From The Water is Wide)

From Absent Corvid

Rest in Peace, Molate. May 18-July 16, 2022

In 2022, three eggs were laid. The first egg never hatched. The other two did and were later named Brooks and Molate. Brooks was dominant and took charge of the nest. Molate was more laid back but was able to fend for itself. Brooks fledged. Molate began hovering but never progressed beyond that stage. He began to show problems with breathing and swallowing. He tried valiantly to eat and was getting nourishment up to the end, but his swallowing was difficult. He breathed rapidly and seemed to be gasping for breath. On July 16 at 13:46 according to chatter Steph, he took a last deep breath then slipped off the side of the nest to the platform below. Rosie immediately went out and brought a large fish which she fed to Brooks. Then she and Richie spent the evening and night on the railing just above Molate's body.
The authorities decided not to remove the bird's body as it might disturb the other ospreys and cause Brooks to fledge or leave prematurely. Their statement can be seen on the 2022 page chapter 7 (July 2022).

Molate

Fifty-eight days
Hardly enough Molate,
You barely spread your wings
With talons in the air

You struggled to breathe
To get fish
From Brooks, your one-day older sib
Only rallying when you were hungry enough

You sat on the egg that did not hatch
Like you saw your mother do
And hoped it would help
Bring forth life

You brought us joy and sadness
Though you did not know we were there
We weep in your absence
As you lie below

And wish you safe flight
Above this flawed mortal world
On the double rainbows of freedom
And the gentle glide of osprey wings

© D. Leah Steinberg
7/17/22

Brooks to Molate

I'm flying, I’m flying,
Way up high
In the sky
Look how high I’m flying.

You try now brother
Try to fly
You can do it
If you try.

I’m trying, I’m trying,
But my wings
Won’t carry me
And I can’t start flying.

I’m tired, I want to rest,
Just lie down
On the nest,
Brother, I think I’m dying.

I’m crying, I’m crying,
I’m alone
On the nest,
I think I’ll go flying.

Brother, you’re flying
Way, way up high
Beyond the sky,
Up through the nebulae.

I’m flying, I’m flying
Way up high
In Earth’s blue sky
While you fly even higher.

Beyond Earth’s blue sky
Into space,
To a new galaxy
You’re flying.

Midi July 2022
To Peter Pan tune

Molate

You were the little one, last in the line for food.
Only the gnawing of hunger could spur you to fierceness.
We watched you with anxious hearts.
How could we help?

Your body lurched with every breath,
beak open, calamity inside your secret darkness.
Our breath became short as we watched you struggle.
Would you get well?

One day it was all too much.
The wind, that should have been your playfellow,
flung you down,
into the long arms of Morpheus.

We watched.
For a moment our breath stopped too.
The traitor wind toyed with your feathers.
Your face was hid from us.

We wept.

-FW. July 2022

Memorial to Molate

Valiant life force driving you,
Took shivering breath after breath,
Ate fish bites painful to swallow,
Strained to live despite all.
For you knew you had to...
Until it was too much.

You died instantly,
Falling far below.
Now your body lies
Inert, alone. But--
Your spirit will forever
Remain in our memory.

May your soul now rise
Into far-off skies.

midi

First feeding. cap by lurker

Maybe I should try. July 15, 2022

Where did everyone go? July 15, 2022

We remember each chick that died, no matter how young. And we think of those who survived and flew off to unknown lands and adventures. We hope to see them some day.