Week Number 6, Day # 38

Jesse and David

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The boys are getting strong

Windex your glasses. See them clearly.  Wow, look at the beauty of their primary feathers. Their pure white tips are easy to recognize. You will always be able to recognize a juvenile when you see the pure white tips on their primary feathers. Both males and females exhibit this coloration. The soft, light brown, feathers, back of the neck, also promises a juvenile. Of course the orange eyes are always the dead giveaway.

O and H are very proud of David and Jesse.  Ozzie brought a flounder in last evening around 6:30 PM. Harriett no longer needs to feed them.

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The two boys did what they are supposed to do. They aggressively competed with each other to eat as much flounder as possible.

“Darn good flounder,” said David.

Oddly, the 3rd egg that never hatched remains in the nest.  This has brought quite a few comments to the Doctor’s mailbox.  The Doctor has no clue as to why, and is at a loss on how to respond. So don’t ask. He doesn’t know!

Now, sit back and relax. Take two minutes out of your day and watch this video.  I do believe Jesse is sending a message. Something like, “Hey Mom. I want to fly!”

Harriett was annoyed.

“Why haven’t you eliminated that jerky movement from our pictures?” She asked the Doctor with dripping sarcasm.

Harriet has a way of striking deeply and unexpectedly into the Doctor’s sense of responsibility.  But tonight, the Doctor let her barb bounce harmlessly off his chest.

“Harriett,” said the Doctor.  “You know I’ve been working hard to make your web cam the best in the world. Don’t give me a lot of Osprey squawk about what you want, and what you don’t want. I’m working on the real-time streaming. I’ve been working on it for two weeks.  What do you think I do with my spare time?

“Play bridge!” Squeaked Harriett from malevolent umbrage.

The Doctor sat up in disbelief. He took a deep breath, paused, and counted to ten.

The Doctor recovered his composure.

“Good night Harriett,” transmitted the Doctor.

Harriett shut down her telepathy without a further thought.

The Doctor went to bed. His mind in turmoil.

“Just relax and go to sleep,” said the Female H. sapien that lives with the Doctor in his giant nest on the bank of the North River.

It sounded like the thing to do. Sleep came quickly.

He slept well last night.

 

 

To be continued……….

 

 

About Harriett Raptor

Harriett O. Raptor 8-year-old mother of five, lifelong mate of Ozzie Raptor until he perished last year, fluent in telepathy with The Doctor and possessor of genetic memory. She is an intellectual, a scholar, philosopher and thinker; a wise, learned osprey especially distinguished for her expertise on the H. sapiens problem.
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