Watchful

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Archives, 2005.

Mama osprey watched us closely. Two rather scraggly babies were tucked behind her in the nest. The family waited impatiently for Papa osprey, who had just returned from his mid-morning hunt with a large fish. Papa perched atop a nearby post while finishing his share of the fish. The babies were quiet, but Mama called persistently (and piercingly) for what seemed like a very long time, wanting to feed the babies - and get a chance to stretch her own wings and maybe find a fish for herself.

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