There have been various poems posted on the Loch Garten Osprey threads: here is a new one of mine, to celebrate the fledging of the first youngster on the Loch Garten nest for 2010--
FLYING IN THE WIND
The gentle morning broke as the sun put out its lissom threads of red and bronze upon the nest-
I felt that today, I was to be as one with this wind which has buffeted me strongly for days now, and bent our frail bodies to its will.
My brothers tried to move their wings against the skies, but failed to shake themselves from their anchor on the twigs crackling hard beneath our new bright talons.
I raised them, my wings, my reason for being, feeling their feathers soft but brave and powerful, and jumped up, and jumped up again...
I lifted, and felt stronger than before, pushed with my newly strengthened legs, and tried again: the greedy wind grasped me upwards, and I let it take me up, upwards and above - I was flying at last, flying so that my breath was almost taken from me in the excitement of flight for the very first time.
As I curved around the nest which had been my only home since I began, I felt with myself the oneness of my being alive, of flying at long last in Nature's true embrace - I was at Home in the world itself, and nothing could take this from me.
Thank You, All.
I posted this when we got confirmation that Odin (the male osprey) had returned, for the 2011 Season.
THE RETURN
The afternoon light was hazy - she couldn't be quite sure -Was she going crazy? - or was he back once more?As EJ waited patiently, she didn't make a fussShe didn't screech or shout at him, she just rearranged the moss.
Then he arrived with fishy gifts, and he was back again:A welcome sight to All of us, and really just in time...So all the cycle starts around -The mating, then the eggs - the dramas and the littleChicks, all wobbly and long legs.
Oh! Odin! You are truly blessed.You will always get my vote!If ever an Osprey I shall be,You'll really 'float my boat!'
This one is in honour of the wonderful films on the recent "Animals Guide to Britain" programme on BBC2 (don't miss it!)
A S T A R A T L A S T
As I was roosting overnightMy cousin called to me"Have you heard about the fuss? - They are filming for T.V."
"There are cameras and sound men,And lots of that palaver,There are cables snaking all aroundWith Chris Packham, in an itchy balaclava."
I flew off to the Fish FarmTo see what I could find:I thought I'd like to be a starTo be famous, Oh, I wouldn't mind...
Down by the water were the crowdsAll staring at the skyI took a breath, I swooped on down:They stared at me as I flew by.
This could be my moment!-- I skimmed across the treesIf just now I caught a fishI could be famous - please!
My Osprey strength and prowessAre surely in no doubtIf only I could show them, andPluck a big fish out.....
I took a breath, I looked right downThere were fish amongst the reeds:If only I could grab oneFamous I'd be, indeed.
I soared above, in glorious flightI dived as textbook as I mightI plunged into the water, boldOh, it was so deep and cold!!
Alas, the fish eluded meNone in my talons could they see - But wait!The cameras now have shown my flightI'm on T.V., and it's alright!
(in honour of the 1st dive shown on the film)
Good mortning Lindybird great poem and what a talent you have.
Margobird
And another good poem Odin deserves these words Lindybird
Thanks, margo. I know you love the ospreys to bits!
Struck by the muse successfully again, well done Lindy.
Terry in Cumbria
Lindybird Great as always! :)
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Thanks Linda, just lovely, as always.
Thank you All.