Ozzie 1 mile up River
Ozzie surveyed his new domain. He planned to expand his fishing grounds from North River marsh, to the south bank, to 1 mile up river. He made sure it was free of competition. Ozzie is getting tougher and wiser as he approaches his 7th birthday.
“All clear, and all mine,” he thought triumphantly.
“All mine, but wait a minute; I need a mate!”
The stress was tearing him apart, the instinct to breed and his love for Harriett pulled his heart strings painfully.
“Seven days; eight days! Has my Harriett perished?”
“I need a mate; got to have a mate,”
Ozzie’s instincts pushed him forcefully.
“I’ll make one last circuit before dusk,” he decided.
Ozzie’s powerful wings lifted him from his perch. He made his circuit counterclockwise; east bank first, then the North River marsh, and turning northward he followed the west bank towards the Taj Mahal.
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