Watching the River Flow

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Freeloaders on the Andalusian Ospreys’ Nest

Went down by the river in Andalusia today to see if my beloved ospreys returned yet to their nest atop the old Mud Island range marker. They arrive usually like clockwork on or around St. Patrick’s Day.

Prior to last March, the birds arrived before the 17th by a day or two. Last year they were delayed by Winter Storm Stella that dumped over six inches of snow in the Philadelphia area, and a lot more elsewhere, keeping them away for an extra week or so.

This year, we’ve been experiencing unusually cold weather, and a few nor’easters have passed through since the beginning of March, most likely hampering the raptors’ yearly exodus north from South America and places thereabouts. Can’t blame them for staying in a warmer climate.

The above photo shows an odd couple—a mallard and great cormorant—who were occupying the nest today. I stuck around for a couple of hours, hoping the fish hawks might show up and chase them away; but nary an osprey was seen.

The yellow channel marker upriver was empty as well. The Coast Guard had removed the nest evidently, as the top platform where that pair roosts was devoid of twigs.

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Pen Ryn Channel Marker

A Twitter compadre who keeps track of ospreys in Vermont has reported some have arrived up there already, which worries me that ours haven’t. Maybe tomorrow or the next day they’ll be back.

Elsewhere on the bird-watching scene, a friend has turned me on to another spot from which to watch bald eagles. It’s at an unlikely location along the Delaware River: that of a landfill in Tullytown Pa., which, come to think of it, provides a lot of nourishment for all kinds of animals in the food-chain hierarchy.

Went out there yesterday and was entertained by a plethora of juveniles who were chasing one another all over the place, and even some aerial fighting was displayed, which produced some exciting photography.

I’ve started a new photo-journal about the Tullytown raptors, in which I’ll be documenting my visits.

Looking forward to this upcoming birding season!

Just read that a good marriage keeps a person trim. With this country’s obesity epidemic, the state of that institution looks bleak. So that’s the reason I’m on a diet constantly to lose weight, having been divorced for many years.

Another article claims that the majority of selfies are taken with smartphone cameras too close to one’s face, which makes their facial features distorted. I’ve often thought my nose looked a lot bigger in my own selfies, lending credence to selfie sticks.

The remedy stated is to keep the camera at least five feet away for proportions to pan out. My arms aren’t that long, and I’ll never buy a selfie stick! I try to avoid taking them anyway, for one of my pet peeves is seeing them posted constantly on Social Media by narcissistic, duck-faced individuals whose self-presumed good looks and overwhelming vanity is well-overdone in my estimation.

I could go on with this diatribe by listing the recent political absurdities, but I’ll spare you and I the aggravation. Besides, my 500-word quota has been met for another week; and it’s time to close another tirade with thanks for your stopping in to read my musings. As always, thank you again for your continued support.

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About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at Lulu.com.
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6 Responses to Watching the River Flow

  1. Jack says:

    Good stuff on the Raptors. You have to have the patience of a saint to be able remember the dates these birds return and to keep them all straight.

  2. Thanks, Jack. These birds are like family to me.

  3. Carol says:

    This is really a comment on some of your older posts on Sarobia. My father lived there for a time as a child, in the late 1930s, and my grandmother lived there for many years. I really enjoyed reading your posts and seeing your photos, and I shared the links with my father too.

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