The birds are busy everywhere these days--
looking for dried grass, new sticks, moss,
old pieces of thread and yarn--
anything and everything to make a sweet nest for the
new life soon to appear.
Just as you are coming down from Witch Spring Hill
into Bath on Rt. 1 heading (
There is a tall power pole in the wide
median between the opposing lanes of traffic.
It sports a huge osprey nest on the top.
This nest has been on this pole for almost 20 years,
maybe longer--since the osprey started to thrive again
in these parts of the world.
(Though one or two summers ago, the old nest was replaced
by the one that is there now--a few feet away on the same pole.
...I'm guessing she was "updating".)
I have been looking hard every day for the last few weeks,
excitedly anticipating the return of the osprey pair
who raise their chicks here each summer.
On Thursday, I saw the first one.
Cars are supposed to slow down as they descend the hill into town.
But drivers do it most consistently in the springtime
when we are all looking for the Definite Proof that winter is over.
This morning, there they both were.
There was nesting material being flown in,
and might I say,
a little, ... um....fooling around going on between the two of them.
I pulled over into the breakdown lane and got out my trusty little camera.
(I won't tell you again here how much I want a long lens.)
It was a lovely interlude, despite the cars and trucks zooming
beside me, some entering the highway and all
picking up speed to go up that hill
My flashers were on, and I was minding my own business
(and that of the osprey)
when suddenly I noticed a visitor had joined me.
"Oops!" says I. "The things I do for my blog"....
Meet one of Bath's finest--Officer Jensen.
As you can see, he was not put out in the least bit
by my dallying on the highway.
He just wanted to make sure I didn't need any roadside assistance.
We chatted about the lovely day, the other osprey and eagle
nests in the area, and then bid each other a good rest of the day
I love Maine in any season.
Our springtime is short, but it is full of charm.