This is the second time I’ve risked my skin climbing up Rooster Rock to get eye level with my new friend, the osprey. The nest is at the top of a big fir tree that has had its crown lopped off by lightning. The view over the river for sunset was my original motivation, but I think now it’s really about the fish hawk.
She was not happy the first time I did it, and this time she was only slightly less noisy. I can see progress though. Sorta have to cling to a perch while taking the picture, so I’m glad the Mister was far too busy fishing to pay me much mind. He did do a flyover however, to see what she was squawking about I suppose.
I’m definitely thinking of returning at least a couple more times. I want to see the chicks when they hatch. Of course her gradually increasing comfort with me might vanish when the little ones appear. We’ll see.
