a good egg

I realized I hadn't posted

 a picture of the actual egg.

And what a good egg it is.

This was taken within minutes of its arrival.

After the initial shock and awe,

mama sat on it,

 and it hasn't been seen much since.

Except for shift changes.

I think it's finally stopped snowing.
*fingers crossed*
Yay!

Hoping to find time this month to go home to see

Colin Page's solo show at Greenhut Gallery
in Portland.

look who's here

I don't know what this
looks like from the outside.

It's a cross-pollinated tweet of the first osprey egg laid.

I don't tweet, so

I probably laid an egg myself.

You should probably look for yourself.

http://www.bouldercounty.org/os/openspace/pages/ospreycamera.aspx

It's all happening now.

artful nesting

Next to nature, we're such pikers.
Sometimes, it's best to just shut up and step aside.

perseverance

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.