A couple of years ago, photographer Andrew Jackson and I hoped to get the first photo of a juvenile osprey making its maiden flight from the nest behind the Visitor’s Center at York River State Park. Despite the coaxing of the adult bird, junior would not budge. Two days later, I noticed the nest was empty. It must have made that first flight sometime after we left the park.
Today, I was hoping that one of the two offspring of Joachim and Anna would make that first daring attempt. As was two years ago, neither bird would budge. One of them did rise up and get a little elevation from the nest. But, after two or three attempts, the bird sat back down. The other young osprey didn’t even try.
I am expecting the juveniles to leave the nest soon to start fishing for themselves. Atlantic croaker and other fish are sill plentiful. But, in mid September, they will be gone. If the osprey get their fishing skills down pat now, it will be that much easier for them as they head down south later.
I was really expecting them to make use of the winds from hurricane Arthur to help them in flying. While watching the juveniles, there were about 3 or 4 mature osprey taking advantage of the breeze and soaring effortlessly along the river. Water clarity was not good with the winds shifting from north to west. So, I didn’t see any birds with fish in their talons.
Other than the osprey, I did observe a great blue heron feeding on the other side of the bridge along a small stretch of sand. Red-winged blackbirds were dominant throughout the marsh. The trash level is still as bad as ever. But, the blackberries are ripening well with a flavor that reminds me of my childhood.