|Baltimore Oriole at the hummingbird feeder this morning.|
|Rose-breasted grosbeak in our birch tree.|
|Five goslings and two very attentive, protective parents in the field.|
|Osprey leaving the nest with a fish. One parent remains with the hatchlings.|
For starters, this pair spends more time in the nest together, and right now it seems as if both parents are involved in the feeding the hatchlings. Even when the one -- the male? -- is not on the nest, if he's not fishing, he's sitting on the perch in the field, staying close by.
They also are more skittish, chirping and flying off the nest when we walk over to the mound to plant flowers in the garden near the tree where my father's ashes are buried, and the first time Dwayne mowed over there, I thought one of the parents was going to dive bomb him! Although we are respecting their space, they will have to get used to us. We aren't going anywhere, and hopefully, neither are they.