Morning
Today could not have been more beautiful. The sunrise was pink-orange. It illuminated the blue-gray morning clouds, promising a brief shower later in the day. A July Carolina day followed, bringing happiness to the Doctor and his family.
“Arf”, said Cleo.
“Arf, Arf’, replied Marley.
Sunrise from the Doctor’s big nest
Midday
The local fishermen were hard at work.
Afternoon
Conditions were right. Blue sky, sun at 2 o’clock, wind at 6 knots, O & H just dying to be photographed.
The Doctor had his new D5200 Nikon digital camera, with all its fancy lenses set up. The battery was changed and the chip in place. It was focused and ready to shoot.
But then a couple of the Doctor’s bridge friends came over and said, “Let’s Play Bridge”.
The following image came to the Doctor’s mind:
Addiction
Doctor could not resist.
“I’ll just play a few hands”, he told his friends. Which of course lead to more hands, and then some more and then more.
The Doctor thought he had shaken all of his addictions, but he was wrong.
Unable to not play, and at the same time watching O & H out the back window, lead to a most difficult psychological challenge.
“It was hard to concentrate”, admitted the Doctor.
“Hard to concentrate? You’ve got to be kidding. He was helpless, unable to divert his attention away from O & H, who were engaged in all sorts of activities just outside his big nest window”.*
In particular the Doctor wanted to get a singular photo of Tweedy, to resolve his anguish once and for all.
But the competition was keen.
“One heart, one spade, two no trump”…….what’s an osprey friend to do?
The Female Human that lives with the Doctor, also his bridge partner, understood his inattention and said nothing of his poor play. Their opponents just thought, “Well, you know, he gets like that sometime”.
Evening
After a brief rain shower, the sun brought out the best in The North River. The marsh grass turned iridescent golden-green and the sky offered, “Here you are, God loves you”; a rainbow; brilliant, glorious, magnificent.
Double Rainbow behind the Doctor’s big nest
*”Does any one know this mysterious, omniscient third person narrator that seems to have taken over”? asked the Doctor.