An Osprey’s life is tough to say the least. These two went at for over two hours, and it could be still going on. The fight just spun off into the distance, over the sea, as two exhausted male Osprey play the ultimate game of chicken.
Eight hours later, at sundown tonight, a lone female sat on the nest. As darkness fell, and she realized no one was coming to dance for her, or to defend the nest, she flew to perch in a tall tree in a dark corner of the marsh, clutching one half a fish she was saving for something, or someone.