Memorial Day, Part V – Ospreys from the South

A family of ospreys have moved into the neighborhood this year, not far from where I live.

I always hold my breath when I see ospreys building their nests near the telephone wires.

Yet they do, and I’ve been watching this pair for weeks now.

There also seem to be tiny sparrows that have either built their nests beneath the ospreys… or perhaps simply use the nest as a convenient supply house for nesting materials.  😉

Yesterday when I pulled in, the female was too low in the nest to spot.

But her mate was perched on a phone pole just yards away.

Looking to his Lady Fair back on the nest, ever watchful.

Ospreys are amazing. So focused, they see everything.

And they must be just about THE best partners in the bird world.

Sharing in every aspect of raising their babies, they face the world together.

Just as an aside… When I take photos, I don’t always see exactly what I am shooting. ‘Til I get into Photoshop.

I’ll never forget the first time I opened a photo of one of these new neighbors, and saw an osprey staring right back at me. I nearly fell off my chair! It sure made me understand what some tiny fish must feel like when one of these “fish hawks” sets their sights on them!  😉

Yesterday as I was heading back to the car I noticed that I could still see the male osprey through the thick boughs of a big pine tree.

On a whim, I decided to see if a photo would work, right from where I stood.

And was nicely surprised by the effect!

Happy Memorial Day, everybody!  ❤

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Memorial Day, Part IV – Red River Beach

I grew up on Red River beach.

There were four of us kids in the family, and these jetties offered endless hours of nooks and crannies to explore. I remember periwinkles, slimy, squishy seaweed, and yes, more than a few skinned knees! 😉

My fondest memories of Red River beach are actually in the creek behind the dunes.

We’d chase minnows, clamber over the creaky wooden bridge.

Made memories to last a lifetime.

So every Memorial Day weekend, braving the crowds, I make it to Red River beach no matter what.

And even tho’ it was too cold for swimming yesterday, everyone had picked out their favorite spots for the day.

Looking out over the water, I could see more fishing boast heading out to cast their nets. Yet it seems no matter what I intend to shoot, it’s the birds who find my lens, no matter what!!  😉

I was trying to get a shot of these three eiders. They were swimming away so fast that I had to keep refocusing…

And then I found out — WHY!

It seemed like the place was crawling with dogs, all shapes and sizes.

And each one seemed to have their own special reason for wanting to be there, at the beach.

And although it’s a tiny beach, all in all, people are pretty good about the parking rules during the summer.

Still… there’s always ONE in every crowd who has to push the boundaries.

I got the cold shoulder from this little guy when I reminded him that the parking fines go into effect soon.  😉

I found myself smiling as I headed for the car, my head was filled with memories, old and new…

I had just one more stop this Memorial Day weekend, to a very special osprey family that has made their home very near to my own.  😉

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Memorial Day, Part III – Forest Beach

I arrived at Forest Beach and was thrilled to see that our rosa rugosas had bloomed overnight. Like many a Cape Codder, I wait for them all winter.

Taking a look around me, it sure seemed like everyone had gone fishin’!

One of the big commercial fishing boats was just heading out under a full head of steam.

Closer to shore, fishermen in all shapes and sizes were using their own unique methods for hauling in their catch of the day.

I was drawn to one fisherman just beyond the jettie where I was standing.

It was easy to get mesmerized. Spellbound…

By the light on the water. The slow, methodical motions of this solitary fisherman simply going about his work.

It was nice to see that I was not alone in the pleasure of the moment.

Yet as the sun climbed higher and higher, I knew I’d better get a move on to my next stop if I wanted to find a parking place.

On to Red River Beach!

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Memorial Day, Part II – Mill Landing

Mill Landing was my second stop this Memorial Day, and the neighborhood was abuzz with activity!

With the help of some recent sunshine, all the spring flowers were standing up tall and looking their best.

Across the channel, I could see beachcombers out early, hunting for shells.

And beyond them it looked like someone was taking their motor boat out for a first spin.

Above me, Papa Osprey had done well in his hunt for his wife’s breakfast…

Won’t she be pleased….  😉

And this delightful song sparrow popped up behind me with a song in his heart and quite the story to tell!

Yesindeedy, everyone was busy-busy heralding in the new summer season.

All that is, except for one.

Perhaps he’d arrived with the tourists and had jet lag…

Getting started on his summer tan, catching a few rays?

Or maybe he’d eaten too many crab legs and simply couldn’t move!? (Seagulls have been known to do that, now and again.)

In any case I had to move, for the next stop was Forest Beach!  😉

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