Remarkable.
Four weeks and four feet of snow this month
have not deterred the osprey pair one bit.
Another foot fell like religion every Tuesday.
Every Wednesday, the birds wove
a new layer of sticks on top of the fresh snow.
Like religion.
Then one day, right in the midst of building their fourth taj,
you could see their moonstruck moment.
They sat like this for almost an hour,
sort of taking it all in.
She's on the left.
They slept in the nest that night.
It got so I felt guilty for watching.
Today, they waited.
He threw some fish at her;
she threw around some more lumber.
Because she can.
Meanwhile, I have a canvas
testing my own perseverance.
Every once in a while, I throw something at it.
Because I can.
I don't know.
The longer it's on the easel,
the weirder it gets.
That used to be a whole ranch.
Now it's a nothing but a brick shithouse.
No taj there.
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5 comments:
Keep sitting on that painting, and like the osprey's-- something will hatch!
On a side note; when I lived in Cundy's Harbor I used to love watching the osprey's do their dive-bomb thing and catch fish. Here in horse country where I am at now, they rarely make an appearance.
A beautiful painting--love that line of trees. It has all the important stuff and a good working title.
wow---watching the Osprey is a total thrill! I love your landscape. I can't image that you don't like it---it's great!
Kevin,
If sitting on either the nest or the painting doesn't produce an egg, nothing will hatch. I trust that fertile thoughts will help. Against all odds, the birds and I still have hope.
Hallie,
Thanks for the positive thoughts. Hope we can all live up to them.
Celeste,
If I didn't like the painting or the osprey drama, I'd have given up on both. But if they can do it, so can I. Patience is key.
Sam, you are a poet - but do you know it?
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