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My Life’s Birds: #50

December 26, 2007

JUNE 9, 1993 – Tampa, FL – Crooked wings. It’s what I always focus on when I see an Osprey, and it makes them identifiable from a surprisingly long distance. But my first Osprey (countable first, not actual first) was soaring across Tampa Bay as we drove across the causeway towards St. Petersburg or maybe back into Tampa. I don’t remember the drive, but I remember the bird.

OspreyRaptors do well in urban environments. There’s always an abundance of food and a dearth of other predators. For that reason we often see Peregrine Falcons nesting on window ledges, or Red-tailed Hawks taking over a city park. Osprey are no different, and as long as they have platforms for nesting they seem to have little issue nesting near people. And it’s a good thing too, they’re reminders of the impressiveness of nature in a way that as many people as possible can enjoy them. And those all-out plunges into the water are cool for even the most jaded nature cynic (if such a cold-hearted person truly exists).

Field trip report from Missouri tomorrow, I promise.

photo from wikipedia


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