Category Archives: Ospreys

Daydreaming at the kitchen counter, the Doctor haphazardly gazed at Old North River’s receding tide, hoping his mood would not follow. Unperceived by said Doctor, two friendly ethereal affirmations, truth and nature, circled the room above him. They were jovial … Continue reading →

Has anyone seen Mary Jane today?

Four juveniles on the nest. Mary Anne is the best fisherperson. Plus she is Woke. And she does not share.

Mary Jane, third hatchling, learning to fly. “Hey! Wait for me.

Joe lll makes it to the perch.