As readers may easily see,
This male osprey has his eyes on me.
To him I had become a pest,As he guarded his Farm Neck nest.
With his mate in the nest are two little ones,I have no idea whether daughters or sons.
He fulfills their every wish,adding twigs to the nest and catching fish.
His stance is regal; his gaze is keen . . .a pretty sight against a wall of green.
Their sighting is one you’ll surely remember;hope you see them before they leave in September.
