At about this time every summer when I am juuust about ready to scream about the dripping humid heat and the Cape Cod crowds, I am reminded of how small my worries really are.
On my evening walks I hear the cries of hungry, young ospreys filling the skies above the marshes and I am reminded…
That they beat the air with tireless wings, day in and day out, in order to learn this thing they absolutely must — fishing.
For this is survival time. In the days ahead juvenile ospreys must learn to fish so they can eat today and be strong for the long flight home come October.
Rising in the air, then falling, then rising again, somehow with repeated attempts and uncoordinated failures…
They finally do manage to figure it all out.
In comparison to their struggles, I guess can handle a little more heat and noise as summer draws to a close here on ole’ Cape Cod. 😉